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Madam, I Challenge You to a Duel lyrics
I am a man of honor and I am mortified
By your litany of slurs
Such a lot of words
Oh dear
Madam, I challenge you to a duel
My second warned you to be careful
That bell can’t be unrung
Madam, you mistake me for a bumpkin
It’s clear you’re yelling something
Oh, please don’t burst a lung
You are an unfit rival. By spirits taught to sing
But a tune so twisted now
Like all that’s sweet’s gone sour
Oh dear
Madam, you mistake me for a fool
Yes, your little dog may hold the pistols
Although he seems high strung
Madam, I challenge you to a duel
My second warned you to be careful
That bell can’t be unrung
Can’t be unrung
Can’t be unrung
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on Glean
- 6 I Can Help the Next in Line
- 8 End of the Rope
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- Track 7 on Glean Disc 2
- 6 I Can Help the Next in Line
- 8 End of the Rope
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