as he's dying in his dreams
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i hope you're choking in your sleep
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try and breathe
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justice push this pillow down
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just try and breathe
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try and breathe
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my sweet
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i wish you the best and you'll sleep
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dragging it back into my dreams
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lay your head down, try and rest
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you left him sweating summer nights facedown
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a foreplay with the streets
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the salt to garnish his wounds
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and you just danced your way home,
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you made it so...
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paint your walls with his insides and hang his
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life above your bed, paint you walls with his insides and try and now!
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you made it so...
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as he's dying in his dreams
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i hope you're choking in your sleep
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try and breathe
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justice push this pillow down
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just try and breathe
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try and breathe
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my sweet
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i wish you the best and
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you'll sleep
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dragging it back into my dreams
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Lay your head down, try and rest
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I bet you love this don't you
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I bet you love this don't you
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I bet you love this...
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now peel his skin dear, peel back his skin...
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and he'll just smile....
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but he's only smiling to deny the pain
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and he's only smiling
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and i bet you love this don't you
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i bet you love this dont you
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i bet you love this don't you.
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I bet you..
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my sweet
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i wish you the best and
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you'll sleep
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dragging it back into my dreams
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Lay your head down, try and rest
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On the Bright Side, She Could Choke
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Fear Before The March Of Flames |