| On his seventh birthday
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| A bunch of school friends entered his home
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| Mummy still laughed as they started to celebrate
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| And then she left’em alone
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| In the middle of the mountain of presents they gave to him
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| Stood a nice fancy cake
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| With sweet sugar towers and fancy coloured flowers
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| Their eyes reveal expectation
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| And he did the first cut, he never thought about blood
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| There was an innocent smile in his face
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| Have his eyes told him lies, his face turned to white
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| 'Bout little Sparky’s head in the cake
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| C’mon cut the cake — Greetings to your
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Your dead dog’s eyes watchin' you
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| C’mon cut the cake — Greetings to your
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Your dead dog’s eyes watchin' you
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| The years went by and he grew to a man
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| And everything seemed to be alright
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| But the nightmares torture him every night
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| 'Cause Sparky’s head pushed so hard in his brain
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| He couldn’t control his pain any longer
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| So he baked himself a big cake
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| With poisoned content, no will to live any longer
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| 'Cause he’s dead since his seventh birthday
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| C’mon cut the cake — Greetings to your
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Your dead dog’s eyes watchin' you
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| C’mon cut the cake — Greetings to your
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Your dead dog’s eyes watchin' you
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last
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| Birthday — birthday it’s your last |