this is a dead letter tale
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if I could make this print talk
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you made a deep mark/deep mark on me
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and only saints say such things as these
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so I slid under the floor
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under the oak and the iron
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with you under oak and iron
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under the thick and under the thin
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where only fire grows...
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I forgot to tell you several things - Ma
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I forgot to tell you several things - Ma
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I forgot to tell you several things - Ma
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I forgot to tell you 'bout the 7 sins
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and I spat dead letter words
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and all the breath that I own
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imprinted one word in red/I read
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and only saints say such things as these
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about the marks on your throat
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under the oak and the iron
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under the fat and the thick and the thin
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and all of that, and a few 100 more
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and only fire grow
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I heard the fire grow
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alone in the...
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I forgot to tell you several things - Ma
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I forgot to tell you several things - Ma
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I forgot to tell you several things - Ma
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I forgot to tell you 'bout the 7 sins
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[repeat to end]
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SEVERAL SINS
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The Birthday Party |