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In your slate grey suit and blackbrogue shoes little horn rimmed glassesyou've got nothing to lose. But it's justlike a curse when you're the owner of ahearse. You won't get very far in your longblack car
You make me shiver Henrydown at the mortuaryyou're not just ordinaryand I get all in a dreamalthough you bring me roses
I'll have to think it overyou're not quite Casanovabut I get all in a dream
You're there all alone with your skin andyour bones and the man in the backwants it all painted black
You make me shiver Henrydown at the mortuaryyou're not just ordinaryand I get all in a dreamalthough you bring me roses
I'll have to think it overyou're not quite Casanovabut I get all in a dream
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