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from Paris

And the things

that they did

Aw, man, you didnt

have to ask us

And then the Welshman

from India

Who came here

to stay

Theyre taking

her children away

Because they said shes

not a good mother

Theyre taking

her children away

Because of the things

she did in the streets

In the alleys

and the bars

She couldnt be beat,

that miserable rotten slut

She couldnt

turn anyone away

And I?

Im the waterboy

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy, Mommy!

Mommy!

And I am

the waterboy

The real games

not over here

But my heart

is overflowin

Anyway

Im just

a tired man

No words to say

But since she lost

her daughter

Its her eyes

That fill with water

And me

Im much happier

this way.

This is the place

Where she lay her head

When she went

to bed at night

And this is the place where

our children were conceived

Candles lit

the room at night

And this is the place

where she cut her wrists

That odd

and fateful night

And I said

"Oh oh

oh oh oh oh

What a feeling"

And I said

"Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling"

Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling

Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling

This is the place

where we used to live

I paid for it with love

and blood

And these are the boxes

she kept on the shelf

Filled with her-

Her poetry

and her stuff

And this is the room

where she took the razor

And cut her wrists that

strange and fateful night

And I said

"Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling"

And I said,

"Oh oh oh oh

What a feeling"

I never should

have started

If Id known

itd end this way

But funny thing

Im not at all sad...

That it stopped

this way

This is the place

where she lay her head

When she went

to bed at night

And this is the place

our children were conceived

Candles lit the room

brightly at night

And this is the place

where she cut her wrists

That odd

and fateful night

And I said

"Oh oh oh

oh oh oh

What a feeling"

And I said

"Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling"

Oh, so cold,

oh, so cold

Oh, so cold

Oh, so cold.

Staring at my

picture book

She looks like Mary,

Queen of Scots

She seemed very regal

to me

Just goes to show

how wrong you can be

Im gonna stop

Wasting my time

Somebody else

Would have broken

both of her arms

- Sad song

- Sad song...

My castle,

kids and home

I thought she was Mary,

Queen of Scots

I tried so very hard

Shows just how wrong

you can be

Im gonna stop

Wasting my time

Somebody else

Would have broken

Both of her arms

- Sad song

- Sad song...

Sad song...

Candy says

Ive come

to hate my body

And all it requires

In this world

And Candy says

Id like to know

completely

What others

so discreetly

Talk about

Im going to watch

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