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summer sun
02:20
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summer sun smiling down from above
on the grave of the only one i ever loved
ever since you fell asleep in your coffin
i can't help but notice that we talk less often
warmest regards i could've ever dreamed of
i've been here on earth longer than i care to admit
motion sick from the spinning just won't quit
good heavens, won't you please sing along?
overcrowded, what could possibly go wrong?
too close for comfort and i don't give a shit
see the cremains falling through the air
summer snow settling in you hair
natural causes don't get carried away
you look as if you have something to say
squeeze my hand so i know you're still there
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finalgirl
02:15
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running through the woods, there goes my finalgirl
screaming so loud she'll wake the dead
by the light of the stars she will wait for me
to put me out of my misery, my finalgirl
all her friends are gone, my poor finalgirl
she carries a piece of them with her
she waits with open arms to throw me down the well
to send me back to hell, my finalgirl
try not to think
you know what to do
i just know you can
because im right behind you
beautiful eyes has my finalgirl
they'd look so damn good in a jar
by the light of the moon with her knife in hand
right before me stands my finalgirl
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dead man walking
02:21
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say you'll meet me on the outskirts of town
this joy rapture is kinda bringing me down
a quiet city, through a stale green light
greener pastures, our future's looking bright
black kettles and glass houses
glass kettles and black houses
these mocking blue skies make me wish i was a ghost
if i truly envy the dead, then i envy you the most
you lost your st. ends necklace, your best friend lost hers too
you're knee deep in the landfill, what are you gonna do?
black kettles and glass houses
glass kettles and black houses
say you'll meet me on the outskirts of town
this joy rapture is kinda bringing me down
you deserve what you get in a life lived in sin
dead man walking and his soles are wearing thin
black kettles and glass houses
glass kettles and black houses
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uglyface
02:43
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you remind me of someone but I don't remember who
maybe it's them who remind me of you
I throw up my hands in defeat
but I don't remember eating them
honey, i'm homely, invite me to your place
piss poor excuses, I've got an uglyface
I like you better when you drink
i'll repeat it just in case
we've got an uglyface
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