| When we die, where do we go?
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| Many have theories, but no one knows
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| You’re the apple of my eye
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| Come a little closer and take a bite
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| I’ll be your lover and your best friend
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| We could form a new religion
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| What do they want from me?
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| A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?
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| Let’s start a witch hunt
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| Scapegoat the pagan girls
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| Cupid shoots poison arrows
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| At the virgins and the scarecrows
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| Let’s pass the kool aid
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| Strychnine and strawberry
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| It’s a Jonestown holiday
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| And all the kids are in their graves
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| The Mayan calendar’s ending soon
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| Armageddon say the prophets of doom
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| Black holes in the milky way
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| Maybe tomorrow, but not today
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| Sucked into infinity
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| Exactly where we deserve to be
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| What do you want from me?
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| Hope of an afterlife and a sense of security?
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| Let’s start a witch hunt
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| Scapegoat the pagan girls
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| Cupid shoots poison arrows
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| At the virgins and the scarecrows
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| Let’s pass the kool aid
|
| Strychnine and strawberry
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| It’s a Jonestown holiday
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| And all the kids are in their graves
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| I see you blushing in a room full of mirrors
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| Naked and lying on broken glass
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| In brittle tones I hear you calling out
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| But it’s too late to save you now
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| 'Cause I’m floating downstream on these haunted rivers
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| Falling asleep among the charred remains
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| What do they want from me?
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| A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology?
|
| Let’s start a witch hunt
|
| Scapegoat the pagan girls
|
| Cupid shoots poison arrows
|
| At the virgins and the scarecrows
|
| Let’s pass the kool aid
|
| Strychnine and strawberry
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| It’s a Jonestown holiday
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| And all the kids are in their graves |