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Oh, Marlon...Now this is a storyOf a man I hold dearMy soulmate and loverBut something I feared.My neighbours started goingAway forevermoreMy Marlon's disappearingTo his shed out the door.And I know something's upI can feel itMy lover's not quiteThe straight-road type.He comes to our bed Slightly bloodstainedAnd he whispersDarling, goodnight...One day, he never came backMy Marlon I love soHe left me a messageAnd this he did wrote - he said:Letras de cancionesTake a match to the back shedOh, and burn it to the groundI'll return when I can, dearHope you keep safe and sound.So I walked to that shedOh, and I saw them -My neighbours were hangingUpside downTheir blood was all spilt And their heads goneTheir feet and their hands Were bound...So I walked to that shedOh, and I saw them -My neighbours were hangingUpside downTheir blood was all spiltAnd their heads goneOh, MarlonThey're not safe and sound...So, Marlon, I will write youTo your prison cell todayYou know I'll never love anotherThe same in any other way.So, Marlon, can you tell meYou never said you were sorryYou just turned and you said, dear:"Every man needs a hobby..." From Letras Mania