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March is going to shit on my soul
Carelessly bury me beneath
a tingling tree with budding leaves.
Wind blows through and challenges our house
Dinosaurs stomp through and knock our healthbars down
Am I just a bucket to you? For your acid problems...
I'm rusted now
Your face is the state of Maine, in Winter.
Your face is the Hell I'm in, this Winter.
nobody (repeats)
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Going To Hell
03:13
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If you turn over my grave,
You'd better put it back.
Before a full moon lurks
over your back
'Cuz I'll put your soul
and some of your blood
in a plastic bag
that I found at the dump.
I'm not going to Hell, all by myself
I'm not going to Hell, all by myself
I'm not going to Hell, all by myself
I dream about grand arches
and pretty colored nights
when you were painting on silence
and painting with light.
Life after Death
I know it's a promise
as bittersweet
as the end of August.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
Oh look at you go,
running down those red roads
punching the grass on the hill
because it's too young to know
this isn't what you wanted to be...
Oh, Jellyfish would dream of the colors I used to see when you kissed me;
But I don't know that you can feel
All the birthday wishes wasted on wishing Pokemon were real.
and just like shoe boxes of cards in my closet at home
I'm just weeds growing around an unreadable tombstone
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