| Can someone please find me a new trend
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| One that won’t lose its charm before it ends
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| A simple theme of air brushed tinted red
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| With her lose lips and charm it shall begin
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| Go for the throat lock in and say goodnight
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| I know this venture won’t be my last try
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| As for the families these rules don’t apply
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| Cause in the dead of night is when i strike
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| I swear to god we’ll fucking party tonight
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| Just like last night and the night before
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| New faces different places
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| But the graves all state the same
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| My thirst for blood has yet to be quenched
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| Patrol the moon with malicious intent
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| Soaked head to toe with last gasps of fear
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| Hit the road past the sun we disappear
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| The only moves to make are to get out fast
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| This time around you won’t be saved by the dance
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| As the king lays his crown on the thrown
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| His legacy shall continue as unknown
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| I hammer down the last nails in your coffin
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| Double-checked to not make a mistake
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| I hammer down the last nails in your coffin
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| Dropped it down to the bed of the lake |