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You would be the one to come a' knocking at my door

And I would be the one to let you in and nothing more

You would break the bread and we would drink the blood of Christ

Blessed are the lovers for theirs shall be the night

And in the morning you’d be lying by my side

And you would want for more

And I would give you more

You would be the one to lay the blanket on the ground

And I would come to you but you’d be nowhere to be found

So I would turn to her for she was always, always there

Lost will be the souls of the wanton and the weak

And in the morning she’d be lying next to me

And I would want for more

And she would give me more

So then it was for me to come a' calling at your window

But you were never there. She doesn’t live here — just the thin girl

The elevator operator told me so

So I would lay the table and I’d wait for you to call

Staring at the Myrtle and the Rose

And I would want for more

I became the one who sits and watches from afar

You became the woman in the German Car

I constructed characters in Quark and Photoshop

The longer you were gone the less the longing

The longer you were gone the less the longing

The longer you were gone

The less the longing

Now, who should be the one to come a' striding down my street?

To what do we owe this apparent sense of urgency?

And I should be the one touched by your very presence, dear?

The longer you were gone the less the longing

The longer you were gone the less the longing

And now you come for more

But I’ve no more to give

This has been enough for me

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