| Who mixed up the blood with the red wine tonight
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| Who put the sugar in the salt shaker
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| And when the nerves kick in it’s the punchline
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| Well you’re speaking to tongues, but you’re having too much fun to unwind
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| So pick up a party bag
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| To take home the fun we had
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| In this vanilla sky
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| So pick up a party bag
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| To take home the fun we had
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| In this vanilla sky, we’ll fall
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| So are you eating well (YES!)
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| Are the bed’s as comfy in the flames of Hell?
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| And the wedding bells (WHAT!)
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| Let us get married in this prison cell
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| And if the left glove fits the right hand
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| And if the devil dances on your side
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| Should he cover his horns
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| Should he cover his eyes and mouth
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| So pick up a party bag
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| To take home the fun we had
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| In this vanilla sky
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| So pick up a party bag
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| To take home the fun we had
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| In this vanilla sky, we’ll fall
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| We’ll fall
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| Well it’s a dark, dark night for destruction
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| But we’ll be alright
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| You feel the fast heartbeats on your chest so even the deaf man can dance
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| To the punch fest, to the punch fest
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| So pick up a party bag
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| To take home the fun we had
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| In this vanilla sky
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| So pick up a party bag
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| To take home the fun we had
|
| In this vanilla sky
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| in this vanilla sky, we’ll fall
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| Well it’s a dark, dark night for destruction
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| But we’ll be alright
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| So pick up a party bag
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| To take home the fun we had
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| In this vanilla sky, we’ll fall |