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I swear to god I've only been to three botanicas |
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A holy sermon and two bars under candlelight |
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And I was cleansed at all but the only problem was |
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I can't remember anything or what the problem was |
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I howled in the moonlight |
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I drank my cupboards dry |
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I shined my soul to all |
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I sang with all my friends that night |
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And they sang with me too, yeah... |
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These are the demigods |
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These are the statuettes |
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These are the candles you put on shelf and you sell as a spell, well |
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That morning I woke I got to my feet |
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I cooked up some coffee then went back to sleep |
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It's just these days |
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These days yeah |
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All the money I spend is worth the trouble I find |
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I still miss you too much but pretend that it's fine |
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And all I can say |
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And all I can say is, yeah |
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These are the demigods |
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These are the statuettes |
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I scream in my sleep |
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I moan and I yell |
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I long for a potion |
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I ache for a spell |
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To rid me of this terror |
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These endless nights of horror |
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I wish I remembered |
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That night when I fell |
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You condemned the whole city |
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You plagued us to hell |
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I thought you were just joking |
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I swore "She must be joking," |
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How could I forget |
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You in sunsets |
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Your soft silhouette |
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The spell that you said |
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Big sunglasses |
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Vanilla milkshake |
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Cherry lipstick |
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The look that you gave |
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You summoned the ghosts |
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Well now you've got 'em |
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Your heart's cold revenge |
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For your head's little problems |
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I hope they let you sleep |
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So I can get some sleep |
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The spell books and candles |
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The potions in bottles |
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You spoke yourself ill |
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Despite what's in common |
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With your rational behavior |
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Sarcastic tone and nature |
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I wonder how I |
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Get so tired |
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When I set my |
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Bed on fire |
