A broodingly dark and menacing love song. More of a hate song, maybe...
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You know if it won't go, you can't force it in
But we go together like beer and porcelain.
We go together like money and greed
I couldn't sell my soul for as much as you need
We go together like masters and slaves
You don't know which one you are until you get too brave
We go together like shovels and graves
A man has to drive on the road that he paves
Like candles and cold stormy weather
We go together
We go together like beetles and stones
Get back to where you once couldn't get no
We go together like whiskey and women
You're a siren, Sunday morning's cold stark prison
We go together like shovels and graves
A man has to drive on the road that he paves
Like birds of a ruffled feather
We go together
We go together like money and greed
I couldn't sell my soul for as much as you need
We go together like masters and slaves
You don't know which one you are until you get too brave
We go together like shovels and graves
A man has to drive on the road that he paves
Like candles and cold stormy weather
We go together
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