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作曲 : glass beach |
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Here it is again, a heart of excitement |
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In the form of a girl who hates her life |
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As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom |
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Waiting for answers, wasting time |
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Here it is again, the son of a soldier |
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Remington shotgun, rolled up sleeves |
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To keep Satan out of the walls of the suburbs |
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His last bastion of modernity |
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But Satan waits upstairs, watching over his daughter |
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She writes emo songs, she's so depressed |
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Her lyrics are naive but she still sings her heart out |
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The only way she knows how to confess |
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And as she gets up to shut the bedroom door behind her |
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He stands right beside her, she's trying to get her head on straight |
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With box dye hair to match her black thigh highs |
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And scratched nail polish, she performs femininity |
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She laughs so hard I watch her lose her balance, fall over backwards |
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To the arms of Mephistopheles But she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community |
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He said you'll never be OK, K, if you don't come to your senses |
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With you everything's the end of the world |
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Melancholia can spread like a virus |
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I'm sure you got it from that stupid girl |
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You'll never be OK, if you don't come to your senses |
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But I feel so defenseless, so alone |
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I thought he was right when he said that he loved me |
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He's still thinking of me from up there |
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And as they stop to look at her they won't look further |
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Like it's not a murder, it's an inevitable tragedy |
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The bloody hands of all the heartless ****ers |
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Who emotionally ****ed her to monetize her suffering |
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Flipping through a spiral notebook for some |
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Sad hopeless words to turn into a liturgy |
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So she'll never leave her bedroom in this bedroom community |
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Da na na na naaa |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na |
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Na na na na NA na |
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NAA nana na na |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na |
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No no no no no no no no no no |
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No no NO no, no no no no |
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Nonono no no NO no |
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No no no no no no |
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No NO NO NO, no no no no |
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Nonono no no NO no |
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No no no no no no no no no no |
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No nooo NO no, no no no no |
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Nonono no no NO no |
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No we'll never leave our bedrooms |
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We're a bedroom community |
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Here it is again, a heart of excitement |
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In the form of a girl who hates her life |
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As she sits alone on the floor of her bedroom |
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Waiting for answers, wasting time |
