| Drunk with the only saints I know
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| Everyone’s wearing their halos
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| This is how we’ll look when we die
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| Decorations on the table
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| X-marks over our eyes
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| Clouds the faces of
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| All the ones you love
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| Thinking about how your friends are
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| All the people who you’ll ever do wrong
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| Just because they love you anyways
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| Doesn’t mean they’ll forget everything you say
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| I’m never so sure about anything
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| I never stop and think about anything
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| At all
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| I’m never so sure about anyone
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| I never stop and think about anyone
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| At all
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| (This is how we all look when we die)
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| Maybe she’ll be crazy
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| And say that we’re all just assholes
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| With our heads resting on the bar
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| Halfway home we’ll have our halos on
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| (This is how we all look when we die.)
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| Maybe she’ll be crazy
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| And say that we’re all just assholes
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| With our heads resting on the bar
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| Halfway home we’ll have our halos on.
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| (This is how we all look when we die.)
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| Maybe she’ll be crazy
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| And say that we’re all just assholes
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| With our heads resting on the bar
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| Halfway home we’ll have our halos on.
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| (This is how we all look when we die.)
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| Maybe she’ll be crazy
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| And say that we’re all just assholes
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| With our heads resting on the bar
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| Halfway home we’ll have our halos on.
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| (This is how we all look when we die.)
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| Maybe she’ll be crazy
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| And say that we’re all just assholes
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| With our heads resting on the bar
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| Halfway home we’ll have our halos on.
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| (This is how we all look when we die.)
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| Maybe she’ll be crazy
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| And say that we’re all just assholes
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| With our heads resting on the bar
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| Halfway home we’ll have our halos on.
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| (This is how we all look when we die.)
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| With x-marks over our eyes.
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| (This is how we all look when we die.)
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| This is how we look when we die. |