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[Verse 1]
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I was 19, and dead from the neck up
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She was a Christian rock ingenue
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Sentimental as a cat's grave
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Her fucking body broke my eyes
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And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you"

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Brandy wine rained on an android cross
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Even the swans were bankrupt and blue
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I'd been a liar my whole life
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She said, "I wanna be your wife"
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And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you"

[Solo]
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[Verse 2]
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In a lonely Swedish bookstore, banging a librarian
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The sound of rain and lightning was my cue
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I fixed the Preakness in the rain
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I had a weakness for cocaine
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And she said

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I learned double entry bookkeeping when I was 12 years old
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I learned there's no imagination in the blues
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They registered my name with the Catholic hall of fame
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And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you"