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By The Birthday Massacre, The tragic comedy divine,
Paints the way to peace of mind.
Leaving
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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, Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that
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By The Birthday Massacre, [instrumental]
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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, Lights out
Boys sleepwalking on the weekend
Black out
Two nights killing off
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By The Birthday Massacre, First place on a classroom wallEvery turn of the face
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By The Birthday Massacre, Look around for a means to dissuade her attentionCan't remember