.My lover's got humour>She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner>If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick,' you heard them say.
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