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"Love is strange" Dick told Twain, "Fan that distant spark And realize the animal Within each beating heart" Don't be stalling When love comes crawling Dance, dance, dance Here comes Lance You're my lump of clay I'll grade and critique your work today Then's my turn to play No one can move you the way I do There's nothing left to hold on to And no denying my shadow your light I'll come to you in your dreams tonight Oh yeah! Crawl... |