And now I find the man is dead, devoid before I arrive.
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Tell me why his dried up heart is flaking on my pillow.
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A working soul is hardly there. It left its bones on the railroad.
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The feeling man was bound, by fate, to be an inmate.
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I lost a leg in this dress. We lost a damsel in distress.
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So I'm mourning, losing limbs all over the place.
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Come down to the merry town, come down to the coast to see,
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To whom do the bones belong that linger a¢æ?neath the willow.
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Come down to the public sphere, come down to the forum.
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To whom do the bones belong that linger a¢æ?neath decorum?
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He said, a¢æ©«Come be lover, come be my womb.a¢æ?
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No room. No room.
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He said, a¢æ©«Come be my lover, jump in my bed.a¢æ?
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Cold sweat. Get bent.
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The Man Is Dead
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| The Jezabels |
