::GET ALONG WITH ME:: 

Take the night train to paris,
turn the lights off so I can't be seen
And let the words of Oscar Wilde
explain why she is getting rid of me.

If each man kills the things he loves
Then I'd normally be contemplating suicide
I just don't love myself enough
To offer you my last remaining sigh

So get along with me
The atmosphere is like the windy out of season beaches
down at Clacton-upon-Sea
We must enjoy what empty spaces help us understand
Of beauty.

Some kill their love with lust,
some do it with their hands of gold
'though sex is complicated
there were certainly orgasms involved.

If each man kills the things he loves
Then I'd normally be contemplating suicide
I just don't love myself enough
To offer you my last remaining sigh.

I don't need to know that I am a super guy
I've known myself longer than you
You don't need to show me circumstance caught your eye
You did what you wanted to do
And the cowards used kisses then blew
Away the cobwebs, there to keep my thoughts
from getting way too Deacon Blue.

So get along with me.

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