Burn it backwards, kill this history
Make it over, make it stay away
Or hate'll sing the ending that
Love started to say
There's a kid a floor below me singing:
"Brother can you spare sunshine for a brother
Old man winter's in the air"
Walked me up a story, asking how you are
Told me not to worry,
You were just a shooting star
Sweet Adeline
My Clementine
It's a picture perfect evening
and I'm staring down the sun
Fully loaded, deaf and dumb and done
Waiting for sedation to disconnect my head
Or any situation where
I'm better off than dead
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