Stay by me, stay by me
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You are the one, my only true love
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The butcher bird makes it's noise
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And asks you to agree
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With it's brutal nesting habits
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And it's pointless savagery
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Now, the nightingale sings to you
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And raises up the ante
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I put one hand on your round ripe heart
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And the other down your panties
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Everything is falling, dear
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Everything is wrong
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It's just history repeating itself
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And babe, you turn me on
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Like a light bulb
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Like a song
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You race naked through the wilderness
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You torment the birds and the bees
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You leapt into the abyss, but find
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It only goes up to your knees
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I move stealthily from tree to tree
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I shadow you for hours
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I make like I'm a little deer
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Grazing on the flowers
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Everything is collapsing, dear
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All moral sense has gone
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It's just history repeating itself
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And babe, you turn me on
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Like an idea
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Like an Atom bomb
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We stand awed inside a clearing
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We do not make a sound
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The crimson snow falls all about
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Carpeting the ground
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Everything is falling, dear
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All rhyme and reason gone
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It's just history repeating itself
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And, babe, you turn me on
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Like an idea
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Like an Atom bomb
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Babe, You Turn Me On
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| Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |
