The Crawling Love

There is a cloud of complications
 Headed toward us from the beach
 Black hearted mists will twist around you
 
 And everything will freeze
 We really should be somewhere else
 We need a taxi, like, right away
 We need to try just to figure out what to do
 Baby
 Bad stuff happened here in the old days
 Somebody said an old guy put a curse on the whole place
 When he died in the fireplace, it badly burned his face
 And if you say his name three times, he'll be behind you
 With his crawling love
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 There is a prehistoric insect
 And it's nested in my bed
 And it's laid a lot of eggs there
 I can't get it out of my head
 I locked my bedroom door
 I ain't goin' back in there
 I never realised it was you
 Baby
 Watch out! Anyone could be like that, I don't suppose
 You would know of any way to reverse or prevent the
 Changing of a man into a giant moth?
 Deadly spores that he secretes inside his love...
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 There's no escape from crawling love