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By The Birthday Massac, Black has no lyrics, it's instrumental
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By The Birthday Massac, Plastic blue
invitations in my room
I've been waiting here for
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By The Birthday Massac, Time is the promise
It turns and tells them what to
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By The Birthday Massac, Farewell, this blackened eye
You learned your lessons falling down
Far behind
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By The Birthday Massac, First place on a classroom wall
Every turn of the face
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By The Birthday Massac, I think my friend said, 'I hear footsteps.'
I wore my
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By The Birthday Massac, It's getting late
it all just wanes and pales and fades
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By The Birthday Massac, They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing
Because they'll
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By The Birthday Massac, This story's missing a wishing well
No mirror to show and
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By The Birthday Massac, Waiting as I'm wanting to
Speaking as I'm spoken to
Changing to
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By The Birthday Massac, Hands cover whispers of the lovers fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that
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By The Birthday Massac, Waiting for their minds to fall asleep
Sneaking out the door
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By The Birthday Massac, Face them, the time will erase them
Stop trying to chase
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By The Birthday Massac, Five glasses changed my mind
Seems like the ticking hands are
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By The Birthday Massac, I think it happened at night time
A cold rain drizzled
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By The Birthday Massac, A voice moves silent through the twisted city streets
The eyes
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By The Birthday Massac, He watches her while she is sleeping
He wonders if he
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By The Birthday Massac, And boys are so cold
They speak without meaning
The only time
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By The Birthday Massac, We don't know what time we'll be there
but we won't
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By The Birthday Massac, He puts the gun to her head
She tells him everything
Her
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By The Birthday Massac, Best of cruel intentions
Finding what they fail to mention
No truth,
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By The Birthday Massac, It's safe to say there's only now
A place called home
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By The Birthday Massac, Make you up, take you out
Play it up to bring
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By The Birthday Massac, Her fabulous invention
What strange imagination shown
Her glorious intentions
A sea of
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By The Birthday Massac, Turn around
And look at what you see
In her face the
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By The Birthday Massac, Tighten your tie, boy
You're something to die for
But don't hold
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By The Birthday Massac, You know you're too young for your age
I feel kind
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By The Birthday Massac, Lately nothing passes lightly
A heavy hand is holding me down
A
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By The Birthday Massac, Happy in her soft red dress
The worst nightmare there ever
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By The Birthday Massac, Next phase, next craze, next nothing new
Got the pretty boy