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By The Birthday Massacre, Plastic blue
Invitations in my room
I've been waiting here
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By The Birthday Massacre, Time is the promise
It turns and tells them what to
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By The Birthday Massacre, Farewell,
This blackened eye.
Your learned your lessons falling down.
Far behind, and
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By The Birthday Massacre, I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
I wore my
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By The Birthday Massacre, It's getting late
It all just wanes and pales and
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By The Birthday Massacre, They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing
Because they'll
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By The Birthday Massacre, Children behave
That's what they say when we're together
And watch how
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By The Birthday Massacre, I finally have a finalized version of the lyrics, here
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By The Birthday Massacre, Waiting, as I'm wanting to.
Speaking as I'm spoken to.
Changing to
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By The Birthday Massacre, Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that
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By The Birthday Massacre, Waiting for their minds to fall asleep
Sneaking out the door
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By The Birthday Massacre, Turn around, look at what you see
In her face, the
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By The Birthday Massacre, Five glasses changed my mind.
Seems like the ticking hands are
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By The Birthday Massacre, I think it happened at nighttime
A cold rain drizzled down
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By The Birthday Massacre, A voice moves silent through
the twisted city streets
The eyes from
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By The Birthday Massacre, He watches her while she is sleeping
He wonders if he
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By The Birthday Massacre, And boys are so cold
They speak without meaning
The only time
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By The Birthday Massacre, We don't know what time we'll be there
But we won't
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By The Birthday Massacre, He puts the gun to her head
She tells him everything
Her
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By The Birthday Massacre, Best off cruel intentions
Bounding what they fail to mention
No truth.
All
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By The Birthday Massacre, It's safe to say I'm lonely now
A place called home
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By The Birthday Massacre, Make you up. Take you out. Play it up to
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By The Birthday Massacre, A Painting for every face
No correction, just cover up
She can
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By The Birthday Massacre, Her fabulous invention, what strange imagination shown
Her gloroius intentions, a
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By The Birthday Massacre, So they told you not to open the door
But you
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By The Birthday Massacre, Tighten your tie boy
You’re something to die for
But don’t hold
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By The Birthday Massacre, You know you're too young for your age
I feel kind
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By The Birthday Massacre, Lately,
Nothing passes lightly.
A heavy hand is holding me down -
A
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By The Birthday Massacre, Happy in her soft red dress.
The worst nightmare there ever
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By The Birthday Massacre, Next phase, next craze, next nothing new.
Got the pretty boy