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If all my enemies threw a partyWould you light the candles?Would you drink the wine?And watch television?Watch the animalsAnd all the tragediesAnd sell your arteriesAnd buy my casket gownIt better be blackIt better be tightIt better be just my sizeI'm stalking these metro mallsAnd airport hallsAnd all these schoolgirlsI'm not askingYou're not tellingHe's not deadHe only looks that wayWay out nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from mySelf destructionHopeless for youSing a song for CaliforniaI buy my enemies rope to hang meAnd knives to gang meYou can watch them stab meOn your televisionStalk the hallsBecause the bathroom wallsWould have a lot to sayAbout the lives you're putting downIt better be whiteIt better be cutIt better be just my sizeUntil all of my capillariesBurst of boredomI'll be waitingI'm not laughingYou're not jokingI'm not deadI only dress that wayWay out nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from mySelf destructionHopeless for youSing a song for californiaWherever you areWherever you areWhoever you areWhoever you areBecause we got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!We got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!We got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!We got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!Way out nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from mySelf destructionHopeless for youSay a prayer for californiaWe got the bombWe got the bombWe got the bombWe got the bomb
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