I laid down,
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I drank the poison then I passed the fuck out.
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Now let me tell you 'bout the good life,
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I have a million different kinds of fun
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when I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one.
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Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
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Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.
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If you come over tonight we can travel through time,
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we can sleep on the ceiling and creep under black lights.
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I have a million different girls that hide under my bed,
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and when I let them out they treat me right.
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Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist.
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You were screaming till the police came.
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Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
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Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.
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If every living thing dies alone,
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what am I doing here?
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If every living thing dies alone,
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what am I doing here?
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(Fuck it!)
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If it's the end of the world!
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If it's the end of the world,
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you and me should spend the rest of it in love!
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Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
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Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.
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If every living thing dies alone,
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what am I doing here?
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If every living thing dies alone,
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what am I doing here?
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What am I doing here?
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Oh, no.
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Disasterology
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Pierce The Veil |