| It’s all about the song in my head
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| The one where the audience is all dead
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| These days they’re allowing
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| Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation
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| To make these days mean so much more to me
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| I beg friends and family for forgiveness
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| And now for the first time together we’ll witness
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| Together we’ll live this song I’ve been living incessantly
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| So come sing with me
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| Through these poison pills and chemicals
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| I know that you’ll lose something beautiful
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| And brilliant, release will be instant
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| I’m sorry its the only way
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| It’s all about the song in my head
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| The one where the audience is all dead
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| So come over to my house
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| Catch up over dinner
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| We’re having strychnine and sirloin
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| Port wine and paint thinner
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| You’ll convulse through the chorus
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| It’s the song of a sinner
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| As I slowly clear the table
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| I know that this won’t be the last time
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| (It won’t be the last time)
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| We wrote this song
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| And the world will sing it
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| To me it’s everything, to me it’s everything, to me it’s
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| On every corpse I see, her face, my love, my heart
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| I hear her laughter and she’s still alive
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| (It's like she’s still alive)
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| It’s in her body I’m holding
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| As we make love
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| My heart breaks everytime I dismember the flesh
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| Hide the evidence and start again because
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| It’s all about the song in my head
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| The one where the audience is all dead
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| (with your last breath — only through death, our voices will join together) |