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                       Jack lay motionless by your corpse, the white shirt you had on stained in blood. Tears streaked Jacks face as he failed to find his ability to move, he didn't want to do this, it wasn't her. All he could think about were the times they spent together, and how she suffered, just like him. He could never take it back, the same song played in his head over and over...

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.

Only I don't know how they got out, dear.

Turn me back into the pet I was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd 'a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.

Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.

Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,

Never should have called

But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind.

Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree

And I'd 'a danced like the king of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.


God speed all the bakers at dawn


May they all cut their thumbs,


And bleed into their buns 'til they melt away.


I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.


Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?


And if you'd 'a took to me like

I'd 'a danced like the queen of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.


He was being tormented, every thought, every word, everything seemed to mock him, he eventually gave up and fell unconscious,

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