On his seventh birthday
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A bunch of school friends entered his home
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Mummy still laughed as they started to celebrate
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And then she left'em alone
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In the middle of the mountain of presents they gave to him
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Stood a nice fancy cake
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With sweet sugar towers and fancy coloured flowers
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Their eyes reveal expectation
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And he did the first cut, he never thought about blood
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There was an innocent smile in his face
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Have his eyes told him lies, his face turned to white
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'Bout little Sparky's head in the cake
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C'mon cut the cake - Greetings to your
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Your dead dog's eyes watchin' you
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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C'mon cut the cake - Greetings to your
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Your dead dog's eyes watchin' you
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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The years went by and he grew to a man
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And everything seemed to be alright
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But the nightmares torture him every night
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'Cause Sparky's head pushed so hard in his brain
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He couldn't control his pain any longer
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So he baked himself a big cake
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With poisoned content, no will to live any longer
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'Cause he's dead since his seventh birthday
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C'mon cut the cake - Greetings to your
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Your dead dog's eyes watchin' you
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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C'mon cut the cake - Greetings to your
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Your dead dog's eyes watchin' you
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Birthday - birthday it's your last
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Last Birthday
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Living Death |