Death and the Maiden - The Verlaines

You’re just too, too obscure for me Oh, you don’t really get through to me And there’s no need for you to talk that way

Is there any less pessimistic things to say?

Do you like Paul Verlaine?

Is it gonna rain today?

Shall we have our photo taken?

We’ll look like Death and The Maiden

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I still choose to lose the way I like

Fool around, split my lungs out of spite

But I won’t reject so long as you make sense

But I’m through with the rooms and vague intentions

You shouldn’t talk to me Find better company

There’s better people to know

You’ll only end up like Rimbaud

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The way you think is oh-so-bloody stale

Your sanity looks pretty frail

You have to clutch at every tiny straw

And I can’t stomach that at all

Do you like Paul Verlaine?

Is it gonna rain today?

Shall we have our photo taken?

We’ll look like Death and The Maiden

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