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I've seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead
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All dressed up dinner, looked so fine
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Your shining silver salver so tastefully powdered
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With the finest military quick lime
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Now try and picture this, as I gave you a kiss
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The apple in your mouth slipped in mine
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The orchestra played the sweetest serenade
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We laughed as we put away your wine
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So raise your glasses, here's a toast to wasted lives
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May all their ghosts come back to haunt you
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And tell you how they died
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How do you sleep?
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How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
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How do you feel when you close your eyes, and try and drift away?
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Does it feel any better now?
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Does it mean any more when the angel of death comes knock, knocking,
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And banging at your door?
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When all the fun was over, I put you on my shoulder
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took you home, away from it all
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Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed
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Tastefully hung up on my wall
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Are my dreams your nightmares? I hope they all come true
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Get off your knees, the party's over
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I'm coming home to you
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How do you sleep?
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How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
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How do you feel when you close your eyes, and try and drift away?
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Does it feel any better now?
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Does it mean any more when the angel of death comes knock, knocking,
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And banging at your door, at your door?
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How Do You Sleep
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| Stone Roses |
