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All the creepy teenage brats Walk around all dressed in black Sticks and stones may break my bones But when you die, you can't come back Cut marks all over her wrist She wears long sleeves to hide the tracks Come to the cemetery kids Where all the demons play and dance Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery) Come to the cemetery (Comе to the cemetеry) Turn me from bones to ashes Scatter me across the grass We were never meant to last Life's a sick and twisted laugh Blood is all over my hands Day of the dead, let's gather hands As the corpses leave the caskets Now let's sing along and dance Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery) Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery) Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery) Come to the cemetery (Come to the cemetery) From Letras Mania