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3 Þ Âmen 3 � drink.
Crud to crud to snitch now
He was scared if he would smell in the edge or the other
I've attended for grandpa the sweet, with you, with me
Someone's gotta help me, dear
Someone's gotta help me, dear
Jesus Christ, girl
It hasn't been long so seen
Since I was making out an island and a tomb for you
At the Hollywood Cemetery
You kiss on me
We shall let this dead guy sleep
We shall let this dead guy sleep
Jesus Christ, girl
I lay there for hours in a day
Retracing the expense of your American back
Ever all I need in my pain
The pain, I think
Cause the marvel made my cheeks look pain
But I'm unsure of so many things
Someone's gotta help me, dear
Driving the street
The same roads leading you each night
The darker it gets, the faster you drive
The secrets you keep
The answers I should give are lies
A white knuckle weight and glassy eyes
And you burn on your satellite
Black fuzz can dance with you tonight
Once was, but comes and never will
Draw the shades down to the window set
You lie down to sleep
As the sun begins another day
The cold and the pain have faded away
The rays through the flies
Draw our eyes across your bed
A sleep in your clothes alone in your head
And you burn on your satellite
Black fuzz can dance with you tonight
Once was, but comes and never will
Drawing clutches of dirty pills
And it's hard to know you'd be alright
When your blood's running you inside
At the cold, now on your own free will
Draw the shades down to the window set
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