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Right!
He said, "I was sent from heaven
But this ain't no place for angels"
He battered down the hatches
She covered in scratches
I saw the signs way before I knew the score
The creeping signs of the plague
As I ran from the graves
The taste on my lips was surely of you
What was it in the drawer?
I'll see you nevermore
Maybe in the next life, maybe soon
Maybe soon
And as the blood dripped from my lips
I thought of those who went before
There were truths or any lies
That could give you those eyes
I'm walking out the door
The creeping signs of the plague
As I ran from the grave
The taste on my lips was definitely of you
What was it in the drawer?
The clothes of a whore
See you in the next life, maybe soon
Maybe soon
See you in the next life, maybe soon
A wasted obsession that was you
Ha
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