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Consult your mouth, flapping wings beneath the bed You lay down your innocence, though it is just half dead It has crawled here to rest... and slowly it will die So run your fingers through my skin And I shall be made your music We must ride the rougher paths to bliss I can do it with a kiss You were sitting on my Xmas tree And you were looking down at me Well, I went to the movies for three years And I heard that you were busy going in and out of therapy So you lost all my money and I cost you all your friends They do not want to talk to you, but I do, I do, I do! So we dress up like snowmen and run around your garden Chanting "DAVID IS THE MONSTER!" From Letras Mania