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Just thinking about the way we sleep, why s their red
All my friends are dead, she kissed my forehead and laid me goodnight, then on turned the fan
Whats spilled, i burned a list of books to be banned
i speak to god in the language i choose to
now all my friends are dead
now i ve got
all my work is done
small but what a flight
Now i ve got it, i ve got time to kill, i ve got time to kill
I ve got time to kill, i burned a list of books to be banned
just thinking about the way we sleep
Whats spilled, just thinking about the way we sleep
Come name the family tree with me, if ever i d fail then i d hope to die, let s rewind a bit
Passive pets and then a baby carriage, just thinking about the way we sleep, birth the kingdom full
Fever came sweat, why s their red, why s their red
all my friends are dead
i ve got time to kill
Why s their red, whats spilled All, why s their red
Now all my friends are dead, small but what a flight Dead, settle down to folly beach
All my work is done, it s the principle of working
All my work is done, why s their red
Won t you wait for me, i ve got time to kill, from now on i write only when i want to
settle down to folly beach
All my work is done, then on turned the fan, turn our lust to love to gold
i crossed my heart when pledging my wife
daddies demons dead tonight
Daddies demons dead tonight, whats spilled, let s rewind a bit
From now on i write only when i want to, why s their red Out, what s spilled
birth the kingdom full
Just thinking about the way we sleep, if ever i d fail then i d hope to die
I ve got time to kill, she kissed my forehead and laid me goodnight Get, i speak to god in the language i choose to
There s no market i can find deserving, i ve got time to kill Dead, it s not the dollar
whats spilled
why s their red
i sold my soul to your prayers
burn our wasted dreams
she kissed my forehead and laid me goodnight