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I need you to be the cancer that swallows me All my mates decided drowning was much better than me Fuck it all I say they'll be sorry in the end So help me vanish Help me get myself outta here Wait I wouldn't leave without celebrating Your birthday in the middle of July Can't believe you wanna have me Been wading through this bucket of lies Fuck 'em all I say They'll be sorry when the star buries the girl So help me vanish Help me get myself outta here It might be a good vacation I don't know From Letras Mania