BEAUTIFUL ABIGAIL'S GOT DEMONS IN HER POCKETS
AND I, I, I,
Bobbie’s running naked through the woods again
and no one told
Who'd you gonna talk to
Who'd you gonna see about it
Some
Although
I know
The way to your door I won't go
'Cause once
Verse 1:
How you gonna fall-fall-fall asleep at night
Knowing
Boy, you are on my skin
You have melted in
You are
(I know if I am hit I am easily bruised
know
It occured to me you might be broken
Like a sinking
Candy was the kind of girl
Who thrived on rollercoasters
And would
they say you're in the building
working wonders with the chainsaw
they
You're closer to me than I've ever been
You move so
here's death in her room
you can probably see
*yeah - *the
I call you to say I am sorry
I fall in
Sister, sister solitude
Likes her swimming in the nude
Sometimes she is
Four O’clock in the morning guess who’s early and bright.
Four
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