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We met half-way, between the headstone and your grave, |
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Dance on the black and blue with tragic endings. |
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We race to break the silence, |
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Dirt covered fingers eyelids. |
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I've got bags of lust that are filled with death. |
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Now take your hand and get the gasoline, |
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Wave goodbye cause you know, |
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This tomb was fit for a queen. |
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I'll strike the match and you light her casket, |
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Inside a box, It's big enough, |
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This tomb was fit for a queen. |
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Fit for a queen. |
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This tomb was fit for a queen. |
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Her lips of death rushed in like a crash, |
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Fell down, |
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Went straight for the floor. |
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I know when I'm dealing with a liar, |
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Don't get burned with this desire. |
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Now take your hand and get the gasoline, |
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Wave goodbye cause you know, |
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This tomb was fit for a queen. |
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I'll strike the match and you light her casket, |
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Inside a box It's big enough, |
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This tomb was fit for a queen. |
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Fit for a queen. |
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Fit for a queen. |
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Fit for a queen. |
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This tomb was fit for a queen. |