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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 |
