| Dead girl
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| There will never be another one that dreams like you
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| Dead girl
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| There will never be another one that screams like you
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| When death sleeps, it dreams of you
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| Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show
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| She smiles like a ghost
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| Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
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| Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
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| She asked if it would hurt
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| I smiled and said no
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| The lie ran down my chin like embryo
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| She smiles like a corpse
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| Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
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| Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
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| When death sleeps, it dreams of you
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| Dead girl
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| There will never be another one to look in your eyes
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| Dead girl
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| There will never be another one that bleeds like you
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| I been dryin' in a dead age
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| I been reekin' of the new plague
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| The sound of the ocean is dead
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| It’s just the echo of the blood in your head
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| Sister burn the temple
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| And stand beneath the moon
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| The sound of the ocean is dead
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| It’s just the echo of the blood in your head
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| Burning your black flags
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| Burning your black flags
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| I been dryin' in a dead age
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| I been reekin' of the new plague
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| The sound of the ocean is dead
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| It’s just the echo of the blood in your head
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| Sister burn the temple
|
| And stand beneath the moon
|
| The sound of the ocean is dead
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| It’s just the echo of the blood in your head
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| Burning your black flags
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| Burning your black flags |