| Pull the plug in September
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| I don’t want to die in June
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| I’d like to start planning my funeral
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| I’ve got work to do
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| Pull the plug, make it painless
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| I don’t want a violent end
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| Don’t say that you’ll always love me
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| 'Cause you know I’d bleed myself dry for you over and over again
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| Doomsday is close at hand
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| I’ll book the marching band
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| To play as you speak
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| I’ll feel like throwing up
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| You’ll sit and stare like
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| A goddamn machine
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| I’d like to plan out my part in this
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| But you’re such a narcissist
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| You’ll probably do it next week
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| I don’t get a choice in the matter
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| Why would I? |
| It’s only the death of me
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| Only the death of me
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| Pull the plug but be careful
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| I don’t wanna die too soon
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| I think there’s good in you somewhere
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| I’ll hang on 'til the chaos is through
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| Doomsday is close at hand
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| I’ll book the marching band
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| To play as you speak
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| I’ll feel like throwing up
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| You’ll sit and stare like
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| A goddamn machine
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| I’d like to plan out my part in this
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| But you’re such a narcissist
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| You’ll probably do it next week
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| I don’t get a choice in the matter
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| Why would I? |
| It’s only
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| The death of me was so quiet
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| No friends and family allowed
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| Only my murderer, you
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| And the priest who told you to go to hell
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| And the funny thing is I would’ve married you
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| If you’d have stuck around
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| I feel more free than I have in years
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| Six feet in the ground
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| Doomsday is close at hand
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| I booked the marching band
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| To play as you speak
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| I feel like throwing up
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| You sit and stare like
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| A goddamn machine
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| I’d have liked to plan out my part in this
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| But you’re such a narcissist
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| That you did it on Halloween
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| I had no choice in the matter
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| Why would I? |
| It’s only the death of me |