Love is all around and it’s dead
Everyone up on my wall
Those who died after their heads were removed
And enshrined
Karl Wallinger, look out, you’re probably next
Robyn, I’m going to take you down because I fear for you
I know you’re watching me and probably laughing
I know you don’t like jokes
And it really isn’t very funny
Just strange
Your head appeared and then you were gone
But your face will always remain the same
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