Three heavy stones will keep it from floating,
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weigh it down to the bottom, food for the fishes.
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And I know that it won't be discovered
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'cause I will be careful, so very careful.
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What if it doesn't rain for days and the river is
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reduced to its muddy bed?
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With a corpse exposed I would work in haste
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and I might bury the bones in a shallow grave.
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And the rain comes and moves rocks and the stones
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washes away all the dirt and the mudflows
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Bones are exposed and well.
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you know how that goes!
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I wait for the day when I'll finally defile
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the bodies of my ex lover's lovers.
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I'll pile high to the sky
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the bodies of my ex lover's lovers
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Die die die die die die
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die die die die die die die
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watch them die. (x2)
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I saw you with him. You looked so happy.
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All of that can change, cause I am so lonely
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and I have lots of time to send you straight
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to the Devil. I'm taking my time
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to plan your demise.
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What if I were to cut you up and mail each part
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to a different town? It would take the most
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brilliant private eye the rest of his life
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just to put you together.
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a piece in each mailbox all over the planet
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from Moscow to Tokyo to Guadalajara.
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I wait for the day when I'll finally defile
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the bodies of my ex lover's lovers.
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I'll pile high to the sky
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the bodies of my ex lover's lovers
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I wait for the day when I'll finally destroy
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the bodies of my ex lover's lovers.
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I'll pile high to the sky
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the bodies of my ex lover's lovers
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Die die die die die die
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die die die die die die die
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watch them die. (x2)
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I saw you with him, you looked so happy.
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That will never change because I know myself
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too well. I don't have the courage
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to carry out my dreams
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And only there will I see them
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Die Die die die die die die
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die die die die die die die
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watch them die. (x4)
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Ex Lover's Lover
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| Voltaire |
