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I lit a thin green candle
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to make you jealous of me
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but the room just filled up with mosquitoes
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they heard that my body was free.
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Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night
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and I put it in your little shoe
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and then I confess that I tortured the dress
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that you wore for the world to look through.
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I showed my heart to the doctor
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he said I'd just have to quit
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then he wrote himself a perscription
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and your name was mentioned in it.
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Then he locked himself in a library shelf
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with the details of our honeymoon
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and I hear from the nurse
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that he's gotten much worse
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and his practice is all in a ruin.
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I heard of a saint who had loved you
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So I studied all night in his school
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he taught that the duty of lovers
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is to tarnish the golden rule.
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And just when I was sure
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that his teachings were pure
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he drowned himself in the pool
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his body is gone but back here on the lawn
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his spirit continues to drool.
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An Eskimo showed me a movie
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he'd recently taken of you
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the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
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his lips and his fingers were blue.
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I suppose that he froze
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when the wind took your clothes
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and I guess he just never got warm
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but you stand there so nice in your blizzard of ice
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o, please let me come into the storm.
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