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D​.​E​.​A​.​D.

from Pulp Culture by The Chelsea Kills

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All messed up without a word to say
Every night turns into every day
It's the end, for all my friends
We're Dead

All my thoughts they turn right into sand
All my teachers never understand
That it's in my plan, they think I'm damned
But I'm Dead

Slit my wrists and I would break my bones
Pray to God that I could be alone
He never understands, it's in my plan
Cause' I'm Dead

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from Pulp Culture, released November 26, 2013

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