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It's ten o'clock in the afternoon
You'd better come by here soon
Or I'll go out of my mind
The wind has been unkind
Some idiot untied all five
And locked them in my room
"Don't do anything important," you said,
"With anybody else.
They xxxx it up for you my friend.
"But I lie on your bed and
I touch your head
And your hair is as soft
As the fox fur you wear
And my head feels sweet again
Ahhhh... I sit here skulling wine
Yeah I'm smoking all the time now.
It's hard living your life
On a knife edge
You either cut your feet
And die where you bleed
Or fall of the edge
"Don't do anything important," you said,
"With anybody else.
They xxxx it up for you my friend."
But I lie on your bed and I touch your head
And your hair is as soft
As the fox fur you wear
And my head
Feels sweet again
Ahhhhh...
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