Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar
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Our after dinner speaker tonight is God
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A warm round of applause
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And then silence
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Tell us of love, we said
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Tell us of love
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Great one above
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Won't ya tell us of love
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And he said, well
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I've never tasted your flavour before
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So maybe love is your whore
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Maybe just a figment of emotion
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Hear my
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Hear my song
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What if I'm
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What if I'm wrong
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Hear my
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Hear my song
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I'm always right
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But what if I'm wrong
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The crowd went wild
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Man, woman and child
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Fuelled by brandy and cherry wine
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And the apple in the mouth of the head of John the Baptist
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Tell us of hate, we said
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Tell us of hate
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Don't spare the bait
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Won't ya tell us of hate
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And he said, well
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I've never tasted your flavour before
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So maybe hate is your whore
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But I remember when we were lovers
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Hear my
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Hear my song
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What if I'm
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What if I'm wrong
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Hear my
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Hear my song
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I'm always right
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But what if I'm wrong
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Godsong
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