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By The Auteurs, Early years
were a shroud man
Only a grey cloud
shot in the
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By The Auteurs, Two sisters sighed
Said, "We might as well be lovers
We're so
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By The Auteurs, Esme, could you shut the door
And put the oil lamp
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By The Auteurs, They were failing dutifully
If you're going to fail at all
Failing
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By The Auteurs, Your star is descending
'Round here blindly
Tell your dancing daughter
That there's
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By The Auteurs, Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl
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By The Auteurs, Happy birthday, Buddha
Happy hunting, happy hiding, happy New Year
I hope
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By The Auteurs, She's going downtown
But she comes from uptown
Where the brokers and
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By The Auteurs, You've had your fill of laughing gas
And pacing 'round the
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By The Auteurs, Their legend lay in tatters
From Perth to John O'Groats
The Dead
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By The Auteurs, Who cares aboutyour mystic liesIs it a claim to some
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By The Auteurs, Who cares about
your mystic lies
Is it a claim to
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By The Auteurs, Well, they sent back all the bodies
Who were looking really
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By The Auteurs, You may be wary of fallen stars
They're always poking around
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By The Auteurs, Home again, house sittin' again
Riflin' through
Your possessions and stuff
The things
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By The Auteurs, When I first met youYou were not house trainedA backwoods
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By The Auteurs, In my role
As a ground breaker
As a pallbearer
In a home
In
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By The Auteurs, I磎 a rich mans toy
Sick of the way you磛e been
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By The Auteurs, They were hanging onFor grim lifeThey were clutchingat strawsThey were
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By The Auteurs, Junk shop clothesWill get you nowhereThey're out of seasonIt's betrayal
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By The Auteurs, In a basement flat, lying undercover
In a head full of
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By The Auteurs, There were mourners on the street of every shape and
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By The Auteurs, Bruises from your head to your toe
There are marks all
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By The Auteurs, When you cut your lover's slack
You'll get a fucking monster
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By The Auteurs, Sack the maid put her in chains until
She says that
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By The Auteurs, Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our
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By The Auteurs, New brat in town
New brat in town
Who's been found, counting
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By The Auteurs, Want a girl to hold my hand
When the plane lands
When
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By The Auteurs, For my brideThought my lifewould be rightTook her bowlinggot her
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By The Auteurs, First childand a showbiz sonAlways hidewhere you come fromMother got