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If I Told You Once


If I told you once 
I told you a thousand times my dear 
Never to fall in love with a man 
Who drinks from the well of despair
 I thought from the very start I'd made it quite clear
 I fear 
Now you're righteously fucked
 As you swing from the rope 
At the top of the stairs
 If I told you once I told you twice 
I was held in the grip of incurable vice 
Lips turning blue like the shade of your eyes 
Limbs shudder and twitch as you met your demise 
You must've looked pretty as you stepped off the chair
 Pink satin slippers how they danced in the air 
Your dainty toes swelled to an alarming degree 
Hope you were thinking of me 
Hope you were thinking of me 
Thinking of me
 If I told you twice I told you two thousand times my dear
 Never to fall in love with a man 
Who's broken beyond all repair 
 I knew from the very start 
You'd end up right here so queer 
Now you've left me with naught 
But a suicide note and a lock of your hair 
If I've mentioned it once 
I've mentioned it twice 
I was bound in the throes of unearthly device
 Radiance bloomed as I lay you to rest 
Shadows of moonbeam alight in your breast
 Deep in the ground where the worms have their feast 
At last you can taste an incurable peace 
Now that you're dead and you're finally free 
Hope you were thinking of me 
Hope you were thinking of me 
Thinking of me If I told you thrice 
I told you three thousand times my dear 
Never to fall in love with a man
 Who'd draw you into his lair
 I warned from the very start 
The end would be rather severe 
Now your screams fall like vaporous 
Stones from your mouth into the night air
 One time begat twice, that third time's the charm
 Disregard it all lovey, it's signs of alarm 
Skin milky white as you lie in repose 
Tattered dress stained from the blood
 I suppose 
So hollow and vacant, devoid of all light 
Your epitaph written on our wedding night 
As your muscles were twitching in their final plea 
Hope you were thinking of me 
Hope you were thinking of me 
Thinking of me 
Thinking of me 
Thinking of me 
Always thinking of me 
Just me

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