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Norma Jean Lyrics

4. A Temperamental Widower



We're not going backwards, 
We're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
My first thought, a dragon.
The two contending marches.
Put that knife away.
She'll sting you to death 
Like a swarm of hornets from the hive.
Sign my name to press hard, there are three copies.
You'll put me in the grave.
In the grave.
We're not going backwards, w
E're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
Making progress...that of a dead man.
Constant last words.
The last word.


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