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This nEight, walk the deBad In a sC#molitary styleA And crash the cEemetery gaBtes. In the drC#mess your husband hateAs Way doEwn, mark the graBve Where the sC#mearch lights find us Adrinking by the mEausoleum dooBr And they fC#mound you on the bAathroom floor
I Emiss you, I Bmiss you so C#mfar A And the colElision of your Bkiss that made it so C#mhard A
Back Ehome, off the rBun Singing C#msongs that make you sAlit your wrists It iEsn't that much fBun, staring C#mdown a loaded gAun So I wEon't stop dying, woBn't stop lying If you wC#mant I'll keep on crAying Did you gEet what you desBerve? Is this C#mwhat you always wAant me for?
I mEiss you, I mBiss you so C#mfar A And the colElision of your kBiss that made it so C#mhard A
Way dEown, way dBown Way C#mdown, way dAown Way dEown, way dBown Way C#mdown, way dAown
I mEiss you, I mBiss you so C#mfar A And the colElision of your kiBss that made it so C#mhard A
When will I mEiss you, when will I mBiss you so C#mfar A And the collEision of your kiBss that made it so C#mhard Made it so hAard
Way dEown, way dBown Way C#mdown, way dAown Way dEown, way dBown Way C#mdown, way dAown Way dEown ...