This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease
Break questions down in twos and threes
And if I die clutching your photograph
Don't call me boring, it's just 'cause I like you
Oh take me on back, take me on back and take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start
Of something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as
Something really, really ugly, won't you
Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say
I really love you, love you
I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features
And I loved it, loved, no I don't care if
You think I'm eager to shut your eyes
Well, I'm sorry everybody knows
You can't break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter
The ring it nearly weighs her down
She's got another boy, oh boy
Take me on back, take me on back oh read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home
And when I'm really ill, oh won't cradle me
Man is not a noble animal but maybe woman is
Remember, I heard you
Inside your room you said you'd never really live
'Till your back's against the wall
Oh did you really mean it?
Oh I never break my gaze just to see this scar
Reflected in your eyes, oh call the cops I'm burning
I break the law once every week to feel your touch
Oh what's a book to you in bed, do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen
But still you're not around to curse, oh God I'll
Drop the gun now, I'm in love with you
Marianne let the ghosts sleep tonight
Marianne let's the ghosts sleep just
Cut your hair and burn the past
Marianne let the ghosts sleep tonight
Marianne let the ghosts sleep just
Cut your hair and burn the past
Marianne let the ghosts sleep tonight
Oh Marianne let the ghosts sleep
I'll cut your hair and burn the past
Marianne let the ghosts sleep tonight
Marianne let the ghosts sleep just
Cut your hair and burn the past away
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