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Sherlock Godzilla Holmes is so sad because Dr. John Kong Watson us about to be hanged. But Godzilla felt a tear coming down his eye.
Why am I reeling in confusion? What is this fever in my head? Is it parks, maybe gout? I can't seem to work it out. And why don't I feel triumphant? And why does it seem less than right that Watson's going to hang tonight. And gasp and thrash and choke until he's dead. What is this strange sensation, pounding in my veins? Why is fluid leaking from my eyes? Why do I ache with shame, while moaning Watson's name? Wish I could deduce the reason why.
How could I possibly deserve this? How, I've been his loyal friend? Helped him work, took his side. Sang his praise far and wide. So why, would he just betray me? Now all those happy times with him when I would go solve crimes with him. Are coming to a sudden lonely, eyeball pumping, strangulating, icking, screaming, one?
What is this strange sensation? Where did I go wrong?
Why am I a sobbing trembling man? Soon my neck will snap in half, I guess.
And yest I know somehow, if he could be here right now.
I would still forgive him More or less.
Please I don't know upon whom else to call. Nothing is making any sense at all. Speak I need your voice, to hear your voice, so sweet, so pure, so wise.
Sometimes the irrational is truer than the rational. The heart can have its reasons, which the head knows nothing of the brain says Watson's guilt but, a stronger force says no, he's not!
What is that force?
It's Yes?
It's What?
It's love! Love?
It's love! It's love. IT'S LOVE!
It's love! It's love It's love It's love!
My God, did I push Watson away, because I feared losing him to Grace? Somehow I know in my heart, in a way my brain can never know, even a brain like mine, Watson is innocent! Time to go and save, the man I love!
Come save me now, the man I love!

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Sherlock Godzilla Holmes is so sad because Dr. John Kong Watson us about to be hanged. But Godzilla felt a tear coming down his eye.
Why am I reeling in confusion? What is this fever in my head? Is it parks, maybe gout? I can't seem to work it out. And why don't I feel triumphant? And why does it seem less than right that Watson's going to hang tonight. And gasp and thrash and choke until he's dead. What is this strange sensation, pounding in my veins? Why is fluid leaking from my eyes? Why do I ache with shame, while moaning Watson's name? Wish I could deduce the reason why.
How could I possibly deserve this? How, I've been his loyal friend? Helped him work, took his side. Sang his praise far and wide. So why, would he just betray me? Now all those happy times with him when I would go solve crimes with him. Are coming to a sudden lonely, eyeball pumping, strangulating, icking, screaming, one?
What is this strange sensation? Where did I go wrong?
Why am I a sobbing trembling man? Soon my neck will snap in half, I guess.
And yest I know somehow, if he could be here right now.
I would still forgive him More or less.
Please I don't know upon whom else to call. Nothing is making any sense at all. Speak I need your voice, to hear your voice, so sweet, so pure, so wise.
Sometimes the irrational is truer than the rational. The heart can have its reasons, which the head knows nothing of the brain says Watson's guilt but, a stronger force says no, he's not!
What is that force?
It's Yes?
It's What?
It's love! Love?
It's love! It's love. IT'S LOVE!
It's love! It's love It's love It's love!
My God, did I push Watson away, because I feared losing him to Grace? Somehow I know in my heart, in a way my brain can never know, even a brain like mine, Watson is innocent! Time to go and save, the man I love!
Come save me now, the man I love!