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I Got This Something and It's Not Pretty(song)
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Very Old. I got this feeling, yea just a feeling,
That when the sun comes up tomorrow, you won't be here. Just you.
Laying in a cold grave, I hope you have fun in hell my dear.
Enjoy your vermon, crawling through your skull.
They will eat, yes, eat away at what is left of your black heart.
But, before your demise, just let me in on the sweet lies you told me.
Was it my personalitly you despised or just the fact that I loved you?
Now my dear, close your eyes.
This will only hurt for approximately forever,
More me than you.
So, turn your head and close your mouth.
We don't want to make a mess now my love.
The devil will be here soon.
I want you to look your best.
I want you to look your best, yea, yea, yea, yea
I want you to be ugly like me.
