They say that we can't play. Maybe they're right.
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You say it's so passe
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That I like to sleep all day
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And drink my nights away.
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They say it's said and done so break your skull and bust a lung
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Because you're stupid and you're young. (I know.)
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But all the kids I know are coming up dead
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They won't be happy until it's dead.
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Live to the Last Incision.
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They say that we can't play. Maybe they're right.
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You say it's so passe
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That I like to sleep all day
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And sniff my nights away.
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They say it's all been said so bust a nut and break the bed.
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Were all so stupid, all so young. (I know.)
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But all those GT kids are still living in the red.
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They won't be happy 'til it's done.
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Living to that Last Incision.
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Call upon the crimson cross they say the end is nigh.
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Maybe they're right. Will it all be taken away?
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Well fuck tomorrow!
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Live to the Last Incision.
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Last Incision
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Clit 45 |