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They Might Be Giants - With The Dark They Might Be Giants - With The Dark |
| Like a ghost writer's ending
She will send you down
She's in love
With her broken heart
She's in love
With the dark
She's in love
With her broken heart
She's in love with the dark
I'm getting tired of all my nautical dreams
I'm getting tired of all my nautical themes
Busting my pirate hump
Rocking my peg leg stump
My mind naturally turns to taxidermy
To taxidermy, yeah
Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces
Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces
Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces
We're taking over
We're taking over
I looked around
And you looked around
And soon we were there
Leading the charge of the wrong
Of the wrong
Of the wrong
Of the wrong
Rusted, crusted, combusted, and dusted
Rusted, crusted, combusted, and dusted
Rusted, crusted, combusted, and dusted
We're taking over
We're taking over
Back in command of the out of control
All over town
Putting them all in the ground
In the ground
In the ground
In the ground
No more sunlight, please
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