She's at a loss And I'm dead wrong Someday I'll come to miss you Why'd I arm the bombs? Wide eyes and holes Someday I'll pull my teeth out I see you later in the nighttime Where all the colors all dark are glowing We don't really get along We get down, we get down I see you later in the moonlight But all the colors are softly fading We don't really want to die We get down, we get down Why'd I arm the bombs? Wide eyes and holes Someday I'll pull my teeth out
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