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    'Twas London Bridge, the ocean came
    Lee Hazlewood you were singing
    As you descended from the clouds
    Your head was burning your arms were open
    Lamb of God, or did I spell it wrong?

    Was that enough to make you come?
    Am I enough to make you stay?

    Oh, here comes the apocalypse
    And I can't get enough of it
    Meet you at the bus stop
    Tell me to wait, but I won't
    You're my burial ground
    I'm in love with the sound you make into the microphone
    I just wanna make you mine

    'Twas on the banks, the Ohio
    One kiss and I was disembowelled
    And your chattering teeth
    And my shuddering spine
    You took me on top of mahogany chairs
    In the kitchen, the bakers, the witches, they whispered
    That you'll be mine
    For a time

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    Was that enough to make you come?
    Am I enough to make you stay?

    Oh, here comes the apocalypse
    And I can't get enough of it
    Meet you at the bus stop
    Tell me to wait, but I won't
    You're my burial ground
    I'm in love with the sound you make into the microphone
    I just wanna make you stay

    But all I can give you is a street sign
    All I can give you is your name in lights forever
    And ain't that so much better
    Than a ring on my finger?
    Than a ring on my finger?

    Oh, here comes the apocalypse
    And I can't get enough of it
    Meet you at the bus stop
    Tell me to wait, but I won't
    You're my burial ground
    I'm in love with the sound you make into the microphone
    I just wanna make you mine

    All I can give you is a street sign
    All I can give your name in lights forever
    And ain't so much better
    Than a ring on my finger?
    Than a ring on my finger
    Than a ring on my finger

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