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Plöö.

Gerard on vaikee

Mä piirrän.

Olen Elvis.

Hiukset värjätään taas ehkä tänään.

Hassu olo.

Huuaaahhh.
Väsyttää.

If we cut out the bed
Well then we'd have nothing left
Like I cut up your mouth
The night I stuffed it all in
And you lied to the angels
Said I stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
Now clean up the mess

I lost my head
You couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watch you bite into the bottle
Watch me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed at you just on air
I had thought of those petals so perfectly pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they've been through

I lost my head
You couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
Whoa whoa

I told the angels
Can't stay in heaven
I asked the devil
If we cut out the bed well then we'd have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah you stabbed me to death

I lost my head
You couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels just like a gun

Nauroin.

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