| Now I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| The changing of the season
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| Or a tear in time, typed and done
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| Tidal wave, take everyone
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| Rain that blood, streets of gold
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| Hell in a handbasket’s okay, too
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| Long as it’s with you, honey
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| Long as it’s with you
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| Long as it’s with you, darling
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| Long as it’s with you
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| See, I don’t care, I don’t care
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| Take me to the hangman
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| The electric chair, Beacon Hill
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| Better needles, poison thrills
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| Vacant moons, dying stars
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| Midnight red light district’s okay, too
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| Long as it’s with you, honey
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| Long as it’s with you
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| Long as it’s with you, darling
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| Long as it’s with you
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| Yeah, I don’t see, I don’t see
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| Anything the matter
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| If the comet comes, nuclear bash
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| Fallout, fire, toxic ash
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| Bunker towns, death on wheels
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| Book of Revelation’s okay, too
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| Long as it’s with you, honey
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| Long as it’s with you
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| Long as it’s with you, darling
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| Long as it’s with you
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| Long as it’s with you, honey
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| Long as it’s with you
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| Long as it’s with you, darling |