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The Fiery Furnaces Bitter Tea

As I try to fill all of my empty days, I stumble round on through my memory's maze; of all my past, only the sadness stays. I went moping down by the

Darling black-hearted boy, all the color's gone out of my ribbon loom as I've only got the worst to assume. Take your sheet metal sheers; cut a slit

business down by the Multifunctional Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Memorial Rollerblade Rink-- down by the Home of Bitter Tea. Bitter, bitter, bitter tea; bitter bitter, bitter tea

In my little thatched hut where blue-green grass grows by the brook I lounge and I look (I lounge and I look. I lounge and I look) for my own true love

There's a town I know called Nevers, no Nevers never wasn't was what it weren't when it wasn't once. Knew Nevers? Knew Nevers? Nothing never I'll ever

Forget the dogs and forget the sheep- it's only you who affects me. On the fun fair track road, a helter skelter fall, on my ice skater's bruised knees

Come away; teach me, sweetheart. Come on past, brave young bachelors. I'm alone; teach me, sweetheart. My mother in law was standing by the stove hissing

The isolated lady, an isolated older lady; a dignified dame who keeps her own counsel, in love with the out-of-the-way; identifying with the unfamiliar