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She was 17,
pious and pretty a deadly disease,
and the weight of the world on her shoulder,
and by the of '96,
her was cracked like porcelain,
just like some moments collectible,
in a hospital gown and a big bright halo...

And so three cheers for my morose and pals,
and now let's hear it for the tears that i've up,
come too far to have to give it all up now,
we lives that are rich and blessed,
and we'll for how we transgress...

Now i've the art,
of the open prayer and the singing guitar,
and i've found the weren't half what i'd hoped for,
and meanwhile we all feigned and mirth,
as her parents on and lied to her,
all the success of the surgeries,
and how my was now sleeping with her fiance...

And so three for my morose and grieving pals,
and now hear it for the tears that i've welled up,
we've come too far to to give it all up now,
we live lives that are and blessed,
and we'll for how we transgress...

If any justice in heaven,
God won't let me in,
He'll the gates and take my weekend pass away,
With a sympathetic they'll see me off
Reserve my golden crown I am cursed to walk the earth for a millenia,
I know I deserve but it terrifies me and I can't take it anymore...

And so three cheers for my and grieving pals,
and now let's it for the tears that i've welled up,
we've too far to have to give it all up now,
we live lives are rich and blessed,
and we'll for how we transgress...