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Won't you come over? We'll have a cup of tea and you can tell me all the things that you seem to believe and perhaps pass one or two onto me You say for every horror there's a million acts of kindness but I'm haunted by an image and now I'm racked with doubt and shyness Oh...please...stop You are an ocean you tempt and nourish me with all of the things that make me want to live mud-lusciously The feeling lingers or is this a dream? Philosophy if a forest more tangled up with time Your company - a bolt - a blaze that burns the deadwood to the ground Oh...please...stop Won't you come over... won't you come over... won't you