| And I’m feeling comfy
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| In a woolen onesie
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| Looking lovely
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| When I shamble I’ll be thinking something’s funny
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| Got a lot to chew, I don’t got a lot to choose
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| But the way you sway to move got me thinking ‘bout you
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| One little bite and we’re here forever
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| Rain, sleet or snow we can beat the winter
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| Just a little kiss and we can die together
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| Then alight and out of spite
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| We can rise through mid terms
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| oh
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| A little fun with you
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| We could be decaying and cuddle in the freezer too
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| Signacy display up in the eyes of who we choose
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| ‘Cause if I’d were to die I’d wanna be alive with you
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| If you really want to center on we could walk
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| the street and feel complete within an entourage
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| Free to meet the meat that is the meal and we could move along
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| But even now the moans of the deceased sound like a love song
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| The routine really moves me
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| Poutine made it used me
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| The script is really loose leaf
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| With loose shoes when you loose feet
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| They call us zombies but I’m swearing that this is a second chance
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| to fall in love with someone different than life had tried to plan
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| One little bite and we’re here forever
|
| Rain, sleet or snow we can beat the winter
|
| Just a little kiss and we can die together
|
| Then alight and out of spite
|
| We could rise through mid terms
|
| A little fun with you,
|
| we could be decaying and cuddle in the freezer too
|
| Signacy display up in the eyes of who we choose
|
| ‘Cause if I were to die I’d wanna be alive with you
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| And I’m feeling comfy
|
| In a woolen onesie
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| Looking lovely
|
| When I shamble I’ll be thinking something’s funny
|
| Got a lot to chew, I don’t got a lot to choose
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| And I’m feeling comfy
|
| In a woolen onesie
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| Looking lovely
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| One little bite and we’re here forever… |