| This night, walk the dead
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| In a solitary style and crash the
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| Cemetery gates
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| In the dress your husband hates
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| Way down, mark the grave
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| Where the search lights find us drinking by the
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| Mausoleum door
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| And they found you on the bathroom floor
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| I miss you, I miss you, so far
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| And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard
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| Back home, off the run
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| Singing songs that make you slit your wrists, it
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| Isn’t that much fun
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| Staring down a loaded gun
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| So I won’t stop dying, won’t stop lying
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| If you want, I’ll keep on crying
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| Did you get what you deserve?
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| Is this what you always want me for?
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| I miss you, I miss you, so far
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| And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard
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| Way down, way down, way down, way down
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| Way down, way down, way down, way down
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| I miss you, I miss you, so far
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| And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard
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| When will I miss you? |
| When will I miss you so far?
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| And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard
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| Way down, way down, way down, way down
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| Way down, way down, way down, way down, way down… |