| It’s getting colder
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| I often wonder
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| How much longer
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| I can keep this up
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| But glory fades
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| And so do I
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| The virus eats
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| Because you’re mine
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| The tablet breaks
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| Release my soul
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| She’s wide awake
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| Check the body before it gets cold
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| With these scraps of flesh I’ll make a telegram
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| I’ll send you roses and a wooden spike
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| Let the minions eat there is no stopping them
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| With these sharpened teeth, just one last kiss goodbye
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| You’re shaking like a first time skin-flick
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| Lip are blue and black, they match your heart
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| Hands are twisted, old and withered
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| My soul goes to the highest bidder
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| Glory fades
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| So do I
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| The virus eat
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| Because you’re mine
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| The tablet breaks
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| It never stops
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| I have no soul
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| But money talks
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| Money talks
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| Money talks
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| With these scraps of flesh I’ll make a telegram
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| I’ll send you roses and a wooden spike
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| Let the minions eat there is no stopping them
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| With these sharpened teeth, just one last kiss goodbye
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| Something’s happened
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| We’ve got to warn them
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| Quarantine and stop this while you can
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| Tell my parents that I love them
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| With these scraps of flesh I’ll make a telegram
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| I’ll send you roses and a wooden spike
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| Let the minions eat there is no stopping them
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| With these sharpened teeth, just one last kiss goodbye |