Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?
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I wish that you didn't love me no more, I've been dead for years,
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I wish that you didn't own me no more, I've been here before.
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die? No, I won't!
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?
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I want to draw the blood from your neck, spill the lies in your bed.
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I will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your head.
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die? No, I won't!
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope?
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Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die?
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I belong to a line of red scent, teach the heart to reflect.
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The wound is wise for primal black eyes, there's a scarlet letter in my chest.
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Die On A Rope
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| The Distillers |
