(Difford/Tilbrook)
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The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting
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An upright piano stood locked by the door
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In through the window
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The light was fast fading
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While I spilt my whiskey
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All over the floor
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Making a mess of my words so
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I was trying
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To impress the Empress with
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My wimpy tales
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Fanning her face from cigar smoke
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And sighing
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I had come close to be miles
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From her trail
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She was the jewel that
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Sparkled in darkness
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She was the love
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Of everyone's life
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She was the catch at
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Everyone's parties
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She was the one with a tongue
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Like a knife
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Her bosoms curved perfectly
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Lit by the fire
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My mind launched away
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In a sea of its own
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Her grace and her tightness
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I had to admire
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Through a whore's breath of stories
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I happily told
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Trespassing my hand
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Fell into hot water
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She shot like a bullet
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Right out of her chair
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She led me away and I
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Was then slaughtered
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By the warmth of her body
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And her love and care
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Her tongue cut away
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And the wounds slowly opened
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I lay on the sails of the
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Ship of romance
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Drunk as I could be and
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Broker than broken and
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The head of my hunt
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Was there in my hands
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Tongue Like a Knife
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Squeeze |