::GET ALONG WITH ME::

Take the night train to paris, turn the lights off so I can't be seen And let the words of Oscar Wilde explain why she is getting rid of me. If each man kills the things he loves Then I'd normally be contemplating suicide I just don't love myself enough To offer you my last remaining sigh So get along with me The atmosphere is like the windy out of season beaches down at Clacton-upon-Sea We must enjoy what empty spaces help us understand Of beauty. Some kill their love with lust, some do it with their hands of gold 'though sex is complicated there were certainly orgasms involved. If each man kills the things he loves Then I'd normally be contemplating suicide I just don't love myself enough To offer you my last remaining sigh. I don't need to know that I am a super guy I've known myself longer than you You don't need to show me circumstance caught your eye You did what you wanted to do And the cowards used kisses then blew Away the cobwebs, there to keep my thoughts from getting way too Deacon Blue. So get along with me.

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