| Still innocent but I’ll live out my sentence
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| I let you in but you’ve got spikes
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| Stared me out with demon eyes
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| Limbs and bones still buried in the trenches
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| I had my tombstone engraved
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| The letters read your name
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| Don’t blame the undertaker
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| He claimed you were a traitor
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| Amongst the voices in my head
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| But if I croaked first I swear I’d haunt you
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| No one gives you chills like I do
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| Jealousy will do us part till death
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| Onto my funeral date
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| Odds on that I’ll be late
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| ‘Cause I got out of the wrong side of my death bed
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| And I’ve never been a morning person
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| Daytimes just keep getting worse
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| And another night alone will tip me over the edge
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| Don’t blame the undertaker
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| He claimed you were a traitor
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| Amongst the voices in my head
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| But if I croaked first I swear I’d haunt you
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| No one gives you chills like I do
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| Jealousy will do us part till death
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| I’m bleeding out
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| And I can’t feel my face
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| I’ll be waiting where your ghost remains
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| ‘Cause now you’re just a past time
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| I wished it all away
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| (I had my tombstone engraved, the letters read your name)
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| Don’t blame the undertaker
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| He claimed you were a traitor
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| Amongst the voices in my head
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| But if I croaked first I swear I’d haunt you
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| No one gives you chills like I do
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| Jealousy will do us part till death |