Pull it over me. Put me in the street. Bury a kid. Build up the kind.
He wants you to sing because when you sing, it doesn't mean anything.
Take it off of me. The terror in my night. Please believe I am
covered. Tear it up when you die, I am not covered. The green in my
eyes, is a fortunate day. The way to kill a dead feeling. High dives
are real.
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