| Oh we will burn this house together
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| And drag our corpses across the floor
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| I’ll nearly melt you with the weather
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| Let me roam, the night through
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| Our bodies stank without a reason
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| Now we should ever ask to change
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| The never was much sense in treason
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| Let me roam, the night through
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| Let me roam, the night through
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| All your hands like medicine
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| But it hurts me across the board
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| I don’t like that bony eye
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| Hurts me like a chord
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| Whn we find it, it is with worries
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| And laden up insid her cave
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| I could’ve left here any hurry
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| Let me roam, the night through
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| All your hands like medicine
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| But it hurts me across the board
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| I don’t like that bony eye
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| Hurts me like a chord
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| I’m insane
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| Roam
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| Roam
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| Roam
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| Roam |