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Sleep on and dream of Love

 Because it's the closest you will

Get to love

 Poor twisted child

 So ugly, so ugly

 Poor twisted child

 Oh hug me, oh hug me

 One November

 Spawned a monster

 In the shape of this child

 Who later cried :

 "But Jesus made me, so

Jesus save me from

pity, sympathy

 And people discussing me"

 A frame of useless limbs

 What can make GOOD

 All the BAD that's been done ?

And if the lights were out

 Could you even bear

 To kiss her full on the mouth

 Or anywhere? oh

 Poor twisted child

 So ugly, so ugly

 Poor twisted child

 Oh hug me, oh hug me

 One November

 Spawned a monster

 In the shape of this child

 Who must remain

 A hostage to kindness

 And the wheels underneath her

 A hostage to kindness

 And the wheels underneath her

 A symbol of where mad, mad lovers

 Must PAUSE and draw the line.

 So sleep and dream of love

 Because it's the closest

 You will get to love

 That November

 Is a time Which I must

Put OUT of my mind

 Oh, one fine day

 Let it be soon

 She won't be rich or beautiful

 But she'll be walking your streets

 In the clothes that she went out

 And chose for herself.