It¡¯s getting colder
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I often wonder
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How much longer
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I can keep this up
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But glory fades
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And so do I
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The virus eats
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Because you¡¯re mine
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The tablet breaks
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Release my soul
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She¡¯s wide awake
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Check the body before it gets cold
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With these scraps of flesh I¡¯ll make a telegram
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I¡¯ll send you roses and a wooden spike
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Let the minions eat there is no stopping them
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With these sharpened teeth, just one last kiss goodbye
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You¡¯re shaking like a first time skin-flick
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Lip are blue and black, now they match your heart
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Hands are twisted, old and withered
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My soul goes to the highest bidder
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Glory fades
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So do I
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The virus eat
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Because you¡¯re mine
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The tablet breaks
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It never stops
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I have no soul
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But money talks
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Money talks
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Money talks
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With these scraps of flesh I¡¯ll make a telegram
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I¡¯ll send you roses and a wooden spike
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Let the minions eat there is no stopping them
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With these sharpened teeth, just one last kiss goodbye
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Something¡¯s happened
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We¡¯ve got to warn them
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Quarantine and stop this while you can
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Tell my parents that I love them
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With these scraps of flesh I¡¯ll make a telegram
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I¡¯ll send you roses and a wooden spike
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Let the minions eat there is no stopping them
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With these sharpened teeth, just one last kiss goodbye
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Sincerely Yours, Jonathan Harker
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| Schoolyard Heroes |
