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Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree?
Babe, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony
No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

Honey, you're familiar ,
Like my mirror years ago.
Idealism sits in prison,
Chivalry fell on its sword.

Innocence died screaming,
Honey, ask me I should know.
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door.

Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Where to begin.
Babe, there's something broken about this
But I might be hoping about this.
Oh what a sin!

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me
A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

Honey, you're familiar ,
Like my mirror years ago.
Idealism sits in prison,
Chivalry fell on its sword.

Innocence died screaming,
Honey, ask me I should know.
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door.

Honey, you're familiar ,
Like my mirror years ago.
Idealism sits in prison,
Chivalry fell on its sword.

Innocence died screaming,
Honey, ask me I should know.
I slithered here from Eden
Just to hide outside your door.

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