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
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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 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
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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
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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.
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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 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
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Please run away with me to hell.
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Blow out the candles
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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
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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.
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Putting Holes In Happiness
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¸¶¸±¸°¸Ç½¼(Marilyn Manson) |