Not everything must end
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Not every romance must descend
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Not every lover's pact decays
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Not every sad mistake replays
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If you can love my growing gut
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My rotten teeth and greying hair
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Then I can guarantee I'll do
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The same as long as you can bear
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If you love my little poofy hands
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My skinny arms and reeking feet
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The way I dance, the way I eat
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If you love the morning spots I try
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And squeeze before you're up to see
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Each torn ankle, each weak knee
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But still my moods must swing
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To solitude I must still cling
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And you won't love me every day
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And suffer many a display
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But plates may smash and doors may slam
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My comments may be less than kind
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But that won't mean I've changed my mind
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I'm a huffy prick the best of times
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I love to sulf and shout and squeal
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But please don't doubt the way I feel
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Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
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Our progeny will raise a can
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Here's to where it all began
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And every day I hear the world
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Is cracking up, the end is near
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I hear we all should live in fear
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Bullies, burglers, paedophiles
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Bird flu and passive smoke
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(They're coming!)
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Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
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Heart disease and strokes
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(They're coming!)
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Terrorists with homemade poisons
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And factions everywhere
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(They're coming!)
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They're drinking in the street
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And they could steal your name
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And I don't care!
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There Is No Ending
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| Arab Strap |
