Let's see the lemon tree
Lamplight, cry out
Let's see the lemon tree
Lamplight, die out
Rummaging through a life of funny
And searching for what's left, my honey
Evaporated because it's way too sunny
And for the record, my love, it's all the above
And killing seems to be known
Lawns are racked by peoples brains
And there is a Jewish stove
Lovely women cry out to me
And feel the bleeding with their trees
The images are so foreign
I'll be waiting for you baby, 'cuz I'm through
Lamplight, cry out
Lamplight, die out
'Cuz I'll get along with you.
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