| We met half-way, between the headstone and your grave
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| Dance on the black and blue with tragic endings
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| We race to break the silence
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| Dirt covered fingers eyelids
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| I’ve got bags of lust that are filled with death
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| Now take your hand and get the gasoline
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| Wave goodbye cause you know
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| This tomb was fit for a queen
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| I’ll strike the match and you light her casket
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| Inside a box, It’s big enough
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| This tomb was fit for a queen
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| Fit for a queen
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| This tomb was fit for a queen
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| Her lips of death rushed in like a crash
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| Fell down
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| Went straight for the floor
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| I know when I’m dealing with a liar
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| Don’t get burned with this desire
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| Now take your hand and get the gasoline
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| Wave goodbye cause you know
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| This tomb was fit for a queen
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| I’ll strike the match and you light her casket
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| Inside a box It’s big enough
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| This tomb was fit for a queen
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| Fit for a queen
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| Fit for a queen
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| Fit for a queen
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| This tomb was fit for a queen |