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This is the everlasting so long from every head, |
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For you to always hunt me down again. |
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A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds, |
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Breaking the pieces of ourselves again. |
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And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door, |
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Drive me dead, waiting for the end. |
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And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door, |
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Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come. |
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This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come, |
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Screaming at the top of your lungs. |
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You are the one I'm taking, the new young residents, |
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Inside the centre of our universe. |
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And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door, |
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Drive me dead, waiting for the end... |
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And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door, |
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Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come. |
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For the end, drive me dead. |
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For the end, drive me dead. |
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Drive me dead. |
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This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come, |
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Screaming at the top of your lungs. |
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And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door, |
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Drive me dead, waiting for the end... |
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And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door, |
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Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come. |
