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It starts with awe
You’ve been there, downed it all
Cuffed, chained and collared
Drunk, on your hands and knees
Begged, rolled over and crawled
For a dollar, caught the groupie blues

It continues with an open sore
For love (sic) that was spurned
Sucking bubbles on a bent straw
The moonies ask you to say hello to the baby jesus
Cos that’s the only way you can please us

It ends with a broken paw
You thought love was a many splendored thing
Oh, you pretty thing
Your rock god failed you
An empty concert hall
Like your name, the lyrics mean nothing

Is there nothing left now that you’ve got mono from Bono?

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