you could have been anythng but you ended up in a tissue beside the bed
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but i love you, all my dead babies
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you could have been anything but you ended up a stain on some whores dress
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farewell, farewell, farewell my nightly friends
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we will never know what might have been
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so farewell, farewell, until we meet again
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with the millions of other little coulda beens
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you could have been anyting but it turns out you are a crust apon my chest
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but i love you, all my dead babies
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you could have been many things but you ended up on an ass crack or a breast
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but i love you, all of my dead babies
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maybe we all should die before our time
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The Coulda Beens
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| Cancerslug |
