Going to Marrakesh

Okay
 Franklin, I can't count this one off for some reason
 I'm not sure why, sorry
 The fog is lifting from the water
 The bells are sounding on the boats
 And our love is a monster, plain and simple
 Though you weigh it down with stones to try to drown it
 It floats
 It floats
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 The day of reckoning is coming
 Faster than anyone here realises
 And our love is like Jesus but worse
 Though you seal the cave up where you've lain it's body
 It rises
 It rises
 I keep waiting for our love to die
 The machines by it's bed
 Dim and flicker but it won't stay dead
 And it perks up when the nurses bring it's medication by
 I wish
 Our love could go the way of all flesh
 But it's not right and it's not nice
 To try to kill the same thing twice
 Would you pack your things?
 We are going to Marrakesh