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Sky was blond like her |
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Was a day to take the child |
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Out back and shoot it |
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Could have buried all my dead |
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Up 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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Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear |
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Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's |
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At least my death wish will come true |
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You taste like Valentine's |
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And we cry, you're like a birthday |
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Should have picked the photograph |
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It lasted longer than you |
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Putting holes in happiness |
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We'll paint the future black if it needs a color |
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Death sentence is now a story |
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Who'll be digging when you finally let me die? |
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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 |
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I can see all of your snakes |
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You wear your ruins well |
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Please run away with me to hell |
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Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's |
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At least my death wish will come true |
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You taste like Valentine's |
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And we cry, you're like a birthday |
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Should have picked the photograph |
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It lasted longer than you |
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Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's |
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At least my death wish will come true |
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You taste like Valentine's |
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And we cry, you're like a birthday |
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Should have picked the photograph |
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It lasted longer than you |
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Blow out the candles on all my Frankenstein's |
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At least my death wish will come true |
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You taste like Valentine's |
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And we cry, you're like a birthday |
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Should have picked the photograph |
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It lasted longer than you |
