| I’m watching closely just to see
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| So I can rest in peace
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| I put my face close to make sure you’re not breathing
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| You look so nice your pretty dress
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| Your painted skin can say the rest
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| Until they bury you I won’t believe it
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| Breathing not breathing
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| Breathing not breathing
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| How can it feel so right when it’s so wrong
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| Now that you’re dead it’s kind of turning me on
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| You’re not with Jesus Christ, you’re just gone
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| Not that you’re dead it’s kind of turning me on
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| Breathing not breathing
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| Breathing
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| I see the nothing in your eyes
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| Touch your skin cold as ice
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| I steal a kiss to make sure you’re not breathing
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| We picked you out a pretty cage
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| Scribbled some bullsh*t on the grave
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| Until we bury you I won’t believe it
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| Breathing not breathing
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| Breathing not breathing
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| How can it feel so right when it’s so wrong
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| Now that you’re dead it’s kind of turning me on
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| You’re not with Jesus Christ, you’re just gone
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| Not that you’re dead it’s kind of turning me on
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| Life as precious as it is
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| I’ve waited for this day
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| I’ve waited for your death
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| For you to fade away
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| As precious as it is
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| I’ve waited for this day
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| I’ve waited for your death
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| For you to fade away
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| How can it feel so right when it’s so wrong
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| Now that you’re dead it’s kind of turning me on
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| You’re not with Jesus Christ, you’re just gone
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| Not that you’re dead it’s kind of turning me on |