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Can we fuck around one last time tonight? I'll sneak you in the bathroom, bang you up on the sink Love becomes burdensome when you abuse friends like these Thirty cash is miniscule for an evening of debauchery Break up for me, baby, and I'll stick it again for old times sake A blessed home wrecker veiled in gray/green It's not just the pretty ones who make graves Who makes graves? Patsy Kline Patsy Kline is no ordinary girl She has been misspelled for one cryptic reason Dependency is not the right word but it's the first word that comes to my mind With piano wire and formaldehyde, I'll build your body eternal Don't speak to me of hitting bottom So the story goes like father like son Like father like son Oil burners and renaissance men, my type has been loving forever Who would have thought that slow suicide would make a 24 year old boy feel so alive Break up for me one last time tonight I'll hit it like it's never been hit before Like father like son From Letras Mania