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Did you ever see The Holy Mountain On Ice? Thirty tons of frogs and blood cascading like dice The decoration painting Was inhibited by fainting And the clean-up operation wasn't nice So you did some work for me and you didn't get paid? Think of all the songs you sang and the love that you made While Mr. Mendes kisses Kate I, in my kitchen, break a plate And sweep it up and dream of getting laid I don't know if you got my letter But everyone thinks you're great If you come home it will be much better And I will be your mate until we die If you try to do the cube and it doesn't work out Don't peel the stickers off or move the pieces about Just send it in to this address My underlings will do the rest Unless you fill the envelope with doubt As a child I used to be obsessed with Pale Saints In a shop of art supplies among the sale paints I thought this girl was Meriel And I asked if she'd sing at my burial "That isn't me," she said with some restraint I don't know if you got my letter It should have arrived by now When you come home it will be much better I'm longing to show you how until we die |
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