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Sleep on and dream of
its the closest you will get to love, oh
Poor child, so ugly, so ugly
twisted child, oh hug me, oh hug me

One
a monster in the shape of this child who later cried
"But Jesus made me, so Jesus save me pity, sympathy
And people discussing me, this frame of limbs
What can make good all the bad thats done?"

And if the lights out could you even bear
To kiss her full on the or anywhere, oh?
Poor twisted child, so ugly, so
twisted child, oh hug me, oh hug me

One
Spawned a monster in the shape of this who must remain
A to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A hostage to and the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers pause and draw the line

So and dream of love
its the closest you will get to love
Ohh

That November is the time which I must put out of my

Oh, one fine day let it be
She be rich or beautiful
But be walking your streets
In the clothes that she out and chose for herself