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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
G E G
Sentimental as a cat's grave
G E
Her fucking body broke my eyes
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And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you"
E A E
Brandy wine rained on an android cross
E A E
Even the swans were bankrupt and blue
G E
I'd been a liar my whole life
G E
She said, "I wanna be your wife"
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And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you"
[Solo]
C D G C C D G C
[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
G E
I fixed the Preakness in the rain
G E
I had a weakness for cocaine
A E
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
G E G E
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"
