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[ti:Bunny Rose] |
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[ar:Braids] |
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[al:Deep In the Iris] |
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I don't really want to fall in love again |
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The laying of cold flowers offered by fate your friend |
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See when your darling greets you with the tears streaming down their face |
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Getting on their knees, I miss you, well we all die anyways |
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So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living |
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Why the sorrow and the groan, of curling up with a stuffy |
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That lives long after you do, named my bundles of cotton |
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Piggy Tishan and Bunny Rose |
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They wait for me to come home, home, home |
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To lie upon my throne, throne, throne |
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They wait for me to come home, home, home |
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To lie upon my throne, throne, throne |
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I don't really want to give myself again |
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The act of being naked in front of a friend |
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See when their eyes digress from their softer pure place |
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Their smile taking form from the thirstiness, they so often hid away |
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So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living |
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I don't want to aimlessly throw, my love around like it's nothing |
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Maybe I could just have a dog, whose fur is soft like the sunshine |
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I'll name him Lanion Leon Snow |
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He waits for me to come home, home, home |
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To lie upon my throne, throne, throne |
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They wait for me to come home, home, home |
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To lie upon my throne, throne, throne |