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The sky was blonde like her |
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it was a day to take the child |
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Out back and shoot it. |
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I could have buried all my dead up |
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in her cemetery head. |
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She had dirty word witchcraft |
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I was in the deep end of her skin. |
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Then, it seemed like a one car wreck |
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but I knew it was a horrid tragedy. |
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Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins. |
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At least my death wish will come true. |
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You taste like Valentine's and we cry |
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you're like a birthday. |
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I should have picked the photograph |
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Putting holes in happiness. |
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We'll paint the future black |
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if it needs any color. |
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My death sentence is a story. |
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Who'll be digging when |
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you finally let me die? |
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The romance of our assassination. |
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If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde. |
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But the grass is greener here and |
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I can see all of your snakes. |
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You wear your ruins well please |
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Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins. |
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At least my death wish will come true. |
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You taste like Valentine's and we cry |
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you're like a birthday. |
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I should have picked the photograph |
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It lasted longer than you. |
