sometimes i smile for the dead while choking on the rust of sentiment when the h earse comes rolling in will the flowers be washed away when the hearse comes rol ling in i'll be dressed in the finest if only murder was a fountain of youth you should have killed me when you had the chance cash and crosses make statements we cannot trust our futures to the empty promises of a seducer that has no love in it's heart.
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