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His Funeral, Her Birthday
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band with Spencer Shoop ….Happy birthday to you
Happy deathday to me
Happy birthday to you
Happy deathday to me…
You’ve already sliced me wide open
So tease me some more with this thirsty knife
Ever since you blew out those candles
Everyday has become the worst day of my life
You’ve already thrown me in my casket
And buried our dreams deep, deep underground
So please, close the lid and leave quietly
And let my silent suffering be the only sound
So please, blow out the candles of our past and cut out all the slices of our future with this tarnished knife
Ever since we sang you that special song, everyday has become the worst day of my life
Maybe it ________
That’s nothing like this
I could say “stay away from me”
But every tear I shed was worth every moment of happiness I once had
But now
Everyday has become…
Everyday has become…
The worst day of my life
Ask me _________________
A mirror smashing to pieces in my head
Over and over and over and over
And now
Everyday has become…
Everyday has become…
The worst day of my life
I can not wait
Marry me tonight
___________
Just leave
Take this knife and tease me
Because I’m such a stupid teenage boy
But still
Everyday has become…
Everyday has become…
The worst day of my life
….Happy birthday to you
Happy deathday to me
Happy birthday to you
Happy deathday to me…
