Correction Paroles Death Cock par Broken Social Scene

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[Verse 1]
Trouble, my trouble, it's death
Sounds like disease with regret
A vacuum's heart or out bits
Delicate seizures and all the rest

[Verse 2]
Trouble, my trouble, mourir
Left my lungs with the fear
Test patterns on the air
I killed you, I did it, my dear

[Bridge]
There's a common law [?]

[Verse 3]
Trouble, my trouble, it's death
Skin like a sidewalk that left
Desperate cum is in our bed
A little while, I failed you at best
(I failed you at best)
(I failed you at best)

[Verse 4]
Of course, silence's gonna cost a little
I like shadows in my sleep
Coming in here, caught yourself on the fast you said
"Comments are gorgeous, please don't speak"
I decide who lives in my best room
I got windows to protect my breed
Put down your spirit and tell me that there's something desirable for you in me

[Break]
(That's it)
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir

[Verse 5]
You were never supposed to go and love and ditch us by the corpse (Mourir, mourir)
Some signs, some sections, and our favorite eskimo (Mourir, mourir)
And ow long has it been since your dad locked that door? (Mourir, mourir)
Set your piss on fire and let it all go (Mourir, mourir)

[Outro]
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir
Mourir, mourir

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