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If this was a culling song |
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I'd tailor it to just one person |
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If this was a culling song |
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He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and |
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By now he'd be clutching his throat |
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He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air |
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By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair |
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If this was a killer tune |
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A poison spoonful of words and music |
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If this was a deadly blend |
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Of atmospherics and acoustics |
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Could I carry the burden |
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And never abuse it |
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And always be certain |
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To do the right thing? |
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But it's still worth a try |
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You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
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But it's still worth a try |
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You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
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Goodbye |
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If this was a culling song |
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I'd tailor it to just one person |
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If this was a culling song |
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He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and |
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By now he'd be clutching his throat |
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He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air |
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By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair |
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But it's still worth a try |
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You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
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But it's still worth a try |
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You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye |
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Goodbye |
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Not everyone is laughing |
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Not everyone is laughing |
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Because ugly rumours rule our world |
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Don't ruin our promise |
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Defy everyone and deny |
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And good-bye |
