He told me that I knew just what to laugh at
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And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain
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So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing
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While doubling entendres with the voicings
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He said "oh darling, you're charming, please don't find it alarming
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If I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting"
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Now there there
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I'm a friendly man
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I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened
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So silently I sat and turned the pages
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Recalculating our respective ages
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Over my shoulder he muttered if I get any older
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You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects no I'm kidding
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Don't be scared
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I'm a friendly man
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I joke about death because its funny when you're frightened
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This is as far as I could get he jabbed a needle in my neck
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Erasing all the evidence but there were matchsticks in my pants
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And if a rock should hit my head and I remember what he did
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You'll be there very first to know
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Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing wont stop bleeding
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He told me that I showed a great potential
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That given I turned heads and pages fame would be a piece of cake but
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Practice was essential
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So like a stupid child I believed it
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And golly who would ever had agreed if
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I had been schubert or mozart
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Devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential
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Don't be sad I'll come back again
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I joke about trash cause it takes class to be enlightened
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So several decades have gone by
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I am still sitting by his side
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I turn the pages faithfully
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He turns his head and smiles at me
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And with a wink he said "I doubt
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We would be anywhere without
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Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting"
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Lonesome Organist Rapes Page-Turner
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The Dresden Dolls |