People will tell you where to go
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so I've heard it said
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I laid down to take a little nap
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but there was wet concrete in my bed
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and now you're hanging out your lantern
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The fire is burning bright
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Not a good time to be paranoid
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or afraid of the light
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'cause
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die
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I'm gonna die
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The praying mantis bites off the head of her lover
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and then chews on the stump
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Black widow spiders kill their boyfriends
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every time they hump
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I'm not talking 'bout the blind sacrifice
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of a lemming running into the sea
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I'm talking premeditated, first-degree murder
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by you of me
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And
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die
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I'm gonna die
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Scatter my deck with your zero
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Say my name and I know I'll end up dead
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Decorate my chest like a hero
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Every night I perish on your bed
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It's a three-ring circle
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and it's like colour TV
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There's no toilet paper in the jungle
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and you're the last thing I'm ever gonna see
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'cause
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die making love to you
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I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die
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I'm gonna die...
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The Little Death
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The Odds |