| My New Haunt
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| Gives me everything I want
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| My New Haunt
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| Gives me everything I want
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| And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| If she turns out to be crazy in time
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| Bring me black strap molasses
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| Light me a burning witch
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| Bring me my bristle brushes
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| Bring me my tar and pitch
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| Bring me my feather pillow
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| And I’ll unpick the stitch
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| We’ve lived too well
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| Too long
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| So long
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| So strong
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| My New Haunt
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| Brings me everything I want
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| And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| If she turns out to be faithless in time
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| My New Haunt
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| Sometimes disappears
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| Then comes back in the night
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| And whispers in my ears
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| Saying «Don't you know you little fool
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| You’ve nothing to fear
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| I’ll tell you everything you want to know
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| Everything you want to hear»
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| And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| Raise up that flaming torch
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| Watch as the ships approach
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| An invitation on her lips
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| The homeless, tempest-tossed, she grips
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| Make her beautiful
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| Make her dutiful and rich
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| Sing me a love song
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| So long
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| So strong
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| My New Haunt
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| Has just been repossessed
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| And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| If I have to guess my next address
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| I’m out on the horizon
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| Just as the sun was rising
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| First rays bestow a kiss
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| So you would never guess
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| I’m sailing off a precipice
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| Dragons and gold down in the hold
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| Burning leaves and spices choking back the stench of piss
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| My New Haunt
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| Requires a coat of paint
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| And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| If the walls are peeling and the ceiling is revealing the stars out there
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| reeling
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| My New Haunt
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| Sometimes disappears
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| Comes back in the night
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| And whispers in my ears
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| Saying «Don't you know you little fool
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| You’ve nothing to fear
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| I’ll tell you everything you want to know
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| Everything you want to hear»
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| And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| At the end of the working day
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| He’s tired of kneeling, and praying
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| «As I lay down to die»
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| I can’t remember why
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| Up on the silent screen
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| A cowboy ropes a trick
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| And in the second feature
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| Some lovely creature saved by a Yankee dick
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| Make her beautiful
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| Make her dutiful and rich
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| Sing me a love song
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| So long
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| So strong
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| My New Haunt
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| The shiver of a chill
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| And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| Start making babies
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| Beat out those bayonets
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| Stop making bullets
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| Reverse the planets
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| Pick all my pockets
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| Cut off those bracelets
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| Have you no remorse?
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| Peel off your corsets
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| Of course |