Oh it's a shame that I have to tape over,
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Those elysian smiles I thought I'd keep forever.
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I remember it all like it was yesterday...
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Forget it all, Set it down, hit record.
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And back away... My intestines are fastening laces,
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Intolerable to fucking untangle.
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These vigilant eyes can't keep off the timekeepers.
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Second hand every angle.
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What's keeping you waiting?
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Usually out before I open my eyes.
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Why did you pick today?
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To epilate between your thighs...
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Are you waiting for his tongue to come?
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And brush against your cleaned trimmed hair?
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I hope he knows, that curvilinear gyrating space,
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Won't be the only thing he'll taste down there.
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Stop to think about it.
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If we've both flooded the same skin...
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You've tasted me,
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I've tasted you,
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Who knows how many places,
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My tongue has been?
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My tongue has been...
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I left, you stayed, I hoped and prayed.
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That these nauseating thoughts weren't true.
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Before we met, I wouldn't bet,
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I would give up nihilism for you!
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Nothing ever made sense,
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Was I even real?
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Took everything wouldn't touch,
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And made me feel (hell yeah! )
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I had all my faith in you,
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That you would never commit an act of deceit,
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To wake up in the ante meridian
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Knowing there would be solid ground to support my feet.
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If it is alright (if it is alright) to conceal the truth,
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Then when does the concealment end, and lying begin?
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Tell me when? Tell me when? This is a maudlin motion picture.
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A theme song in search of a movie,
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I've got the perfect script to match this tune.
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Who really knows what goes on in the afternoon?
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Lets not ruin the surprise.
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I don't buy these incredulous denials,
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Do you think you've found the exit,
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To your escape? I really shouldn't be thinking this way,
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It would put my mind at ease,
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If I caught your ass on tape.
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There'll be no excuses baby.
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I'll forward this to your friends and family.
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Maybe I should reconsider this diagnosis,
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Lets think things out before we conclude.
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Commonly a virtuoso at these procedures,
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But this was the saddest thing my eyes have ever viewed.
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The postmeridian hours that we performed,
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Seemed like such a perfunctory routine,
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But I can obviously tell by the footage here,
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That you're in love with his machine!
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How could you do this to me?
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Next time you won't get out so easily.
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Now that I know what I'm up against;
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I came prepared.
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Bat in hand behind the closet door I painfully stared.
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Say "hello" to this bark, in-between your teeth.
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Soon you will also be bleeding from underneath.
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It took balls to do what you've done.
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Having your manhood in your mouth is no fun.
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And as for you darling, you're going no where,
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It's kind of hard to move when you're tied to a chair.
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See there's a twist to this lovely,
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For you too see.
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What's hiding in your wardrobe
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Isn't a shopping spree.
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*whistle, whistle*
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Come out to stilts supporting the weight of lust,
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I always thought you were someone I could always trust.
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Now watch this we're smacking flesh,
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I'm sure you don't even care.
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But with your eyelids sown back to your brows.
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This leaves you forced to stare.
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With a wire wrapped around his neck,
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Tightly tied to a tree,
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There he stood on the top of the cliff,
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With his inanimate life, above the sea.
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He drinks his virulent drink.
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And sets himself on fire.
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Pulls the trigger though the midair;
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Misses his head and snaps the wire.
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Now choking and strangling in the water,
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His body begins to sink.
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Not only did that put out the flames.
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But he regurgitated his drink.
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This wasn't the worse thing that could happen... yes it is.
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We're dying slowing again... we're dying
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Slowly again?
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Stop, rewind, watch them die.
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(Oh don't you love to play it back, and watch it all over?)
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Reese's Pieces, I Don't Know Who John Cleese Is?
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| I Set My Friends On Fire |
