| weather like the crucifixion
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| dreaming of a whore that’s sparkling like a sparkler
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| dead eyed starlet calm
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| laid you down upon the coats covering the bed
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| and said you are my brothers and what’s his is mine
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| the blinder you get the more you can taste
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| don’t let me die nervous
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| the kids are eating candy skulls
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| your face is buried in the engine
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| the breaks were singing as you slide someone else’s name
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| like a crosseyed baby teething on a rusty knife
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| i’m gonna have your backside
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| lay your plantation down
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| jump the fire, burn your hair
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| don’t let me die nervous
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| you can’t hear a noise til your tongue’s bitten out
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| don’t let me die nervous
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| sweated off the number on the palm of your hand
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| cold rain about to bust in between your bones and skin
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| forgot what I was begging for
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| you walk like a healthy meal
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| the car alarms are moaning someone else’s name
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| jump the fire, burn your hair
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| don’t let me die nervous
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| the blinder you get the more you can taste
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| don’t let me die nervous
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| don’t let me die nervous (8x) |