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You were just a waste of sperm
The way you look
Makes my stomach turn
The way you think
Is no way at all
God you really think you have balls
I hate you Ain't it true
I hate you And everything you do
You walk around like a fucking dick
And everytime you're near
You know I get real sick
You're so stupid
There's nothing in your head
God how I wish that you were dead
I hate you Ain't it true
I hate you And everything you do
You were just a waste of sperm
The way you look
Makes my stomach turn
The way you think
Is n
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INSTRUMENTAL
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A moment after dark around the park, an old-fashion gent comes parading,
Dressed in funny clothes but singing as he goes, The Lamplighter's Serenade.
The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk, but when it's half after love time,
He reaches for his stick and from his bag of tricks, he lights every star in the sky.
And if a lady or a beau should answer No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic,
Then he steals away to sing another day, The Lamplighter's Serenade.
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I hate the unknown world outside
I hate the sadness in my dawn
Everythings lost and gone behind
My empty walls
The time stands lonly and still
I need to feel you to hold you
So far away so far apart
Love turns dark
Take me higher
We're under the grey
Sad skies lost in love
Here I'm killing myself
When I'm thinking of you
Black thoughts are tubling aroung
So sad so real I wish I just could leave
This place this fear this turmoil inside
Take me higher
We're under the grey
Sad skies lost in love
Everything I've done has
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