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Shut down the gospel singers and turn up the old heart-breakers I'm dying to tell you that I'm dying here Throw up the sickly joy and the swell of the sweet self-loathing I'm just dying to be unhappy again Oh, love won't grow Oh, it will build my home And if happiness won't come to me Hand me the nitrous gas Leave the acute warm heartedness Go where the joyless bastard is He's dying to bring you down with him Suck in the bright red major key Spit out the blue minor misery I'm dying to bring you down with me Ooohhh oh oh, ooohhh oh oh, ooohhh oh oh... And if happiness won't come to me Hand me the nitrous gas You can keep all of your oxygen Hand me the nitrous gas And if happiness won't live with me Think I can live with that You can keep all of your oxygen Hand me the nitrous gas From Letras Mania