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I've got the rotten apple core feeling |
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Dying like a living ghost |
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Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound |
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Thinking I love you the most |
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And I hope our candles flicker and die |
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So that our hearts don't burn to the ground |
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Down, down, just like Randy's house |
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When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun |
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I became a setting sun |
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Now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground |
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Thinking you were the one |
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And I hope our candles flicker and die |
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So that our hearts don't burn to the ground |
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Down, down, just like Randy's house |
