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o how i long for the days of yore
before you were such a fucking whore
lest we forget what you've done to me
i will write this song as revenge unto thee
i will write this song as revenge unto thee
my heart was shattered like the highball that fell from me hand
some say that love is a beach, but i slipped into quicksand
drunk every morn' and eve, longing for you ampersand
rather than your lips, i kiss the barrel of my remington
o how i long for the days of yore
when i thought succubi were the stuff of lore
o how i long for the days of yore
before my heart lay shipwrecked on a desolate shore
on a desolate shore
on a desolate shore
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