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This place still can't believe it |
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I'll never ever talk of this photograph |
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a still frame of your lips |
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this killer he danced I kiss and tell |
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Followed me for seven months |
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and talked about our death for several years |
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(I can't stop him) |
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There's nothing more to us than fear |
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We are buried way too shallow but it's okay |
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They'll find us here holding each other tight |
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The search party is over now |
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in our last picture the two of us never really died |
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Your face was so scared to breathe in |
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I feel your heartbeat like a storm |
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The cut across your eyes is turning gray |
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This last day our last night |
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I whispered slowly in your ear |
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I love you more than life to disappear |
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(I can't stop him) |
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There's nothing more to us than fear |
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We are buried way too shallow but it's okay |
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They'll find us here holding each other tight |
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The search party is over now |
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in our last picture the two of us never really died |
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This face is buried shallow |
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This place is okay |
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Our birthday our last day |
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Mother father carry your son home tonight |
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I'm buried shallow carry your son home |
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It doesn't hurt this kiss will carry me |
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We are buried way too shallow but it's okay |
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They'll find us here holding each other tight |
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The search party is over now |
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in our last picture the two of us never really died |
