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there's a cemetary bewtween us a place that's cold and grey depending on who you talk to depending on what they say chorus: cause our ground is cold when the hands that we hold are deader than the air we breathe than the air we breathe the headstone is in my eyes the casket is in your heart although we'd like to believe something different we're far better off apart chorus i embalmed you with lip gloss and distrubing visions that i thought i lost cause i wanted to leave them for good but we both know damn well that i never could chorus
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