I found her in front of my door
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One night, as I was coming home
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Everywhere, she escorts me
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She's come back, she's here
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The sniffer of dead loves
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She's followed me, step by step
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The b*tch, may the Devil take her
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She's come back, she's here
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With her gaunt Lenten mug
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With her big ringed eyes
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She drags our hearts down
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She makes our hearts weep
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She makes our hands pale
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And long desolate nights
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The b*tch, she'd even give us
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Winter in the very heart of summer
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In your sad moiré dress
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With your badly combed hair
You've got the look of despair
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You're not nice to look at
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Come on, go carry it somewhere else
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Your sad mug of boredom
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I don't have a taste for misery
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Go look somewhere else to see if I'm there
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I still want to roll my hips
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I want to get drunk on spring
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I want to treat myself to sleepless nights
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With a heart that beats, a pounding heart
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Before the pallid hour strikes
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And until my final breath
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I still want to say: I love you
And want to die of loving
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She said: Open your door to me
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I'd followed you step by step
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I know your loves are dead
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I've come back, here I am
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They recited their poems to you
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Your fine gentlemen, your handsome lads
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Your fake Rimbauds, your fake Verlaines
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Since then, she's been giving me sleepless nights
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She's hung herself around my neck
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She's wound herself round my hips
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She's lain down at my knees
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Everywhere, she escorts me
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And she follows me, step by step
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She waits for me in front of my door
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She's come back, she's here