Oh Die! They gone and left me for her On the way
Each every time a think the wheel around (around around) And it's gone (around around) I got a reason for heading home It's not serene It don't make sense to me
I got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed Seems to jingle as the razor comes with color and claw
I see it shine I see it stare Holding hearts in my hand Take the master morgue and make her have it sitting on side Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it alright.
While it's in front of me
Keeps me insane.
Disguised to take away the feeling the house survives But all on demand
Disguise thrown over me Oh! die You should have known you could have rested on me
Teenage hand
Each every time I kept the reel alive You took me for the drive
To feel the fear and it's hard. . .
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