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A creature made of sunshine |
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Her eyes were like the sky |
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Rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby |
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The scalpel shines in god's sunshine |
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Street lights whisper pain |
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Down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane |
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She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair |
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With blood on her hands into the sun she stares |
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She feels it die, |
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I heard her cry (verse x2) |
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Like the scream of the butterfly |
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Sunshine a house in flames |
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She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same |
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Surgery in the house of dissection |
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When your candle burns out |
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I will resurrect you |
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She runs through fields of daisies |
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Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies |
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Who cares cause the air is free |
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When you get there will you kiss the dead for me? |
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There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold |
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There's love in the room but baby that's gettin' old |
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There's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore |
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A highway of emptiness and |
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I'm gettin' bored |
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There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape |
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The goddess in bloom, handcuffed and raped |
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There's blood in the bathtub, baby, murder the king |
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There's blood on the moon |
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There's blood on just about everything |
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Sunshine a house in flames |
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She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same |
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Surgery in the house of dissection |
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When your candle burns out |
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I will resurrect you |
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She runs through fields of daisies |
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Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies |
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Who cares? ' |
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Cause the air is free |
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When you get there will you kiss the dead for me? |
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Something cold is forced inside her |
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A tear spills down her cheek |
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Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer |
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Hymns of the needle freak |
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With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care |
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Her dreams are liquid blue |
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I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you |
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She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair |
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With blood on her hands into the sun she stares |
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She feels it die, |
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I heard her cry (verse x2) |
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Like the scream of the butterfly (x2) |
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I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun |
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Wanted by the |
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FBI We dropped some acid, killed our parents |
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Then we hit the road |
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Like the scream of the butterfly (x4) |
