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Intro
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Verse 1
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I was a young man,    starving and drinking
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And trying,    to become a writer 
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And I remember that apartment, the smell of mice and dust 
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And the old woman with the pretty legs. All the kisses that I lost 
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 to your neck.


Verse 2
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I am a tennis player, playing on both sides of the net. And I-I-
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I will get you yet 
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And I will turn you I will turn you like a tattooed pigskin 
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And this time you wont forget my face.     Read my lips. 


Chorus 1
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A sculpure is a sculpture marmelade is marmelade 
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And a sculture of marmelade is a sculpture but it isn't marmelade 
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She said with you inside me comes the knowledge of my death 
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But I still had some oranges left underneath the bed 


Instrumental
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Verse 3
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I came to you. I came to depend on you. 
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I came upon you. I came upon your floor.
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But the God should be left alone one musn't 
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Bang upon the door


Verse 4
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She said that for everything that is visible there is a copy that is hidden 
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She said nothing takes on light until it has been eaten 
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I was working the hole with the sailor you wonder 
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Why you dont get invited to more parties.   Read my lips.


Chorus 2
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A sculpure is a sculpture marmelade is marmelade 
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And a sculture of marmelade is a sculpture but it isn't marmelade 
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She said with you inside me comes the knowledge of my death 
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But I still had some oranges left underneath the bed


Outro
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