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Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up |
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Don't wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up |
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Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up |
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It's naughty, very naughty necrophilia |
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Without a care I'm compassionate about killing her |
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I'd have my way with what's left of the will in her |
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Cosmopolitans, and cocaine, and an occasional pill in her |
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When she spoke I saw a spark, but it was dark so |
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I drove her home when she died, sexy suicide |
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Sweet nothings for the numb, you feel where I'm coming from? |
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Have no fear, everything's fine, my girl parties all the time |
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Did you hear what I said? With this ring I thee wed |
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A body in my bed, she was cool when I met her |
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But I think I like her better dead |
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The production is progressive, but the reason is retro |
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The chords are cold-blooded murder, I named it neo-necro |
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I whispered in her ear to hear an echo, echo-co-co |
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I keep her - it's cheaper - I love too much to let go |
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We discussed over dinner how she would die before the day was done |
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So I've caught her just in time to have a little fun |
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And you could use a little sun |
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So scream and holler, run and play |
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Wish you could die another day |
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I'm glad to say that I've |
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Done what I could to revive |
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My softer side survived |
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Damn, that shit was all right, when she was alive |
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Ha ha ha... |
