May 08, 2005 14:23
Put that gun to my temple
Put that gun to my heart
I always walk off the plank, chi-cha
I always, I always, into the dark
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I cannot wait to die
Can you tell?
Can you tell?
Can’t you tell
Never finish my degree, cha-chi
Never play with the Pogues
Throw my head out the window and
Cement my feet into the dark
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I cannot wait to die
Can you tell?
Can’t you tell
Can you tell?