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They say, "son, you'll catch your death."
And does it come to us in a dream of a flaming ovary?

See i turn and i burn
Though my quilts, they catch the fire
And then it comes to us in a dream of a flaming ovary

Shots sound in a quiet room
In rags, in rags
Shots sound as the blood, it blooms
In rags, in rags
The curtain coming down again
The wedding life is so old, dear

Shots sound in a quiet room
In rags, in rags
The current climbing down the bed
The wedding life is so old

The air, it thins
The room, it could just blow
The kids need a place, but that is when they go
And so it comes to us in a dream of a flaming over, dancing over, burning over

Shots sound in a quiet room
In rags, in rags
Shots sound as the blood, it blooms
In rags, in rags
The curtain's coming down again
The wedding life is so old, dear

"i did it again", they say
The moon may have been ripped out of the earth itself eons ago.

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