| I’ve got nothing to lose that’s why I’m with you
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| My X-Ray glasses don’t lie
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| And the best thing about our future
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| Is knowing that I’m gonna die
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| It’s a simple mistake that anyone could make
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| And I guess I won the grand prize
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| A lifetime supply of misery
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| My home sweet homicide
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| And I’m so love sick, sick of you
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| I guess I’ll see you in hell
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| But I’m sure you’d ruin that too
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| You’ll be the death of me
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| Baby you’re my home sweet homicide
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| You’re the reason why I never tried
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| You’re the biggest star in your own mind
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| No anti-dote, it’s a f**king joke
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| And I’ll never get out alive
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| Now on the count of three
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| Won’t you bury me
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| Close the casket and say goodbye
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| And its ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| My home sweet homicide
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| And I’m so love sick, sick of you
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| I guess I’ll see you in hell
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| But I’m sure you’d ruin that too
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| You’ll be the death of me
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| Baby you’re my home sweet homicide
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| And I’m so love sick, sick of you
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| I guess I’ll see you in hell
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| But I’m sure you’d ruin that too
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| You’ll be the death of me
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| Baby you’re my home sweet homicide |