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Do Not Resuscitate
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Blind-sides
And the last thing I gave to you-ooo,
Was a cigarette butt, thaat you stooole. And that's okay- with me. Cuz ashes caan't be sollld. And the last thing you gave to me, Was a cigarette butt, thaaat I sold, And that's okay with you, Cuz ashes can't be stole. So when I close my blinds tonight, I pray we can just be free. I swear that this is love, but I know, it's only fear! So when he closed his blinds today, He prays just for me, And I know just how he's feeling, but I fear, I'm in love. And there is just no meaning, if you can't, if you can't, if you can't, sing with a mee-hee. Playing with a new thing. Playing with multiple voices. Playing with different views. Playing with visions askewed. Playing with song. Playing with noice. Playing with nothing. Cuz they just won't let us sleep.
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