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I've got the rotten apple core feeling
Dying like a living ghost
Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound
Thinking of you the most
And I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randy's house
When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun
I became a setting sun
Now you're heading west bound
While I'm lying on the ground
Thinking you were the one
And I-I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randy's house
And I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randy's house
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