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Riding in the back of the hearse it’s the

Young dead boy one hand out the dirt

Lurking is for sure flicking ash on the curb

Every verse is a curse scorched marks in the earth

Wicked as could be, wicked as the sea

See the waves coming down like my high when you leave

Can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t do a fucking thing

Can’t eat, can’t sleep, bitch you turn me to a freak

Drain the blood from my veins hang me outside in the breeze

Throw my body to the birds if you don’t need me

Drain the blood from my veins hang me outside in the breeze

Throw my body to the birds if you don’t need me

I’ve got something for you and baby if you let me

I could show you just what it is you’ve been missing

I’ve been sleeping by the river, waking in the hills

And I’ve still yet to find anything real

I’ve got something for you and baby if you let me

I could show you just what it is you’ve been missing

I’ve been sleeping by the river, waking in the hills

And I’ve still yet to find anything real

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