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This night, walk the dead
In a solitary style
And crash the cemetery gates.
In the dress my mother hates
Way down, mark the grave
Where the search lights find us
Drinking by the mausoleum door
And they'll find me on the bathroom floor

I miss you, I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

are you there at all?
do you care at all?

Back home, off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying,
If you want I'll keep on crying,
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?