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MIm / SOL / MIm / SOL
MIm SOL
She had nut painted arms, that were her's to keep
MIm SOL
And in her fear, she sought cracked pleasures.
MIm SOL
The passion of lovers is for death, said she,
MIm SOL
licked her lips, and turned to feather.
MIm SOL
And as I watched from underneath,
MIm SOL
I became aware of all that she'd keep.
MIm SOL
Those little foxes, so safe and sound,
MIm SOL
They were not dead, they'd gone to ground.
Chorus
DO SI MIm RE DO
The passion of lovers is for death, said she-----
SI MIm
The passion of lovers is for death. (repeat)
She breaks her heart just a little too much,
and her jokes attract the lucky, bad type.
And when she dips and whails and slips her banshee smile
She gets the bigger of the better to the letter.
(repeat chorus to end)
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