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Fix up this love or I'm tearing it down
You took a decent house and turned it inside-out
You sealed up the windows and padlocked the doors
Why wasn't I on board with these plans of yours

And now Kyra wants back in
Yes, but where to begin

When the center can't hold, you just slide right off
You try to breathe deeply, but you sputter and cough 
Surefire signs of a love that's diseased
Yet the afflicted seem to come and go as they please

And now Kyra wants back in 
Yes, but how to begin

If you want back in, it'll cost ya
It'll cost ya dearly
Who knew I had that typhus germ
All that time right near me

You laid with archangels and went sleeping with dogs
Swept me down rivers, sent me rolling on logs
As you go down tonight into your satin sheets,
Observe the sacrament of Our Lady of Cheats

And now Kyra wants back in 
Yes, but how to begin
And now Kyra wants back in
For her, it's always win-win

Someday, when the woman is servant to the man
And the coliseum caters to the people in the stands,
I'll let you and your clothes dry off on my porch
Then I'll singe you and sear you like tissue on a torch  

And now Kyra wants back in 
Yes, but how to begin
And now Kyra wants back in
For her, it's always win-win

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