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Big Fun You think it's better So there you are, nothing's for sure Nothing's forsaken so you leave us behind It's the road you've taken It's all in your letter And there you were, now it's for sure A myriad of screams, the way it's so funny The way she cries, she's going to burn on fire But now she can dance Our gods wanted to get her And now you are the way your supposed to And the rest of us laugh Are you a rebel or an Angel who lies? Irresponsible scream and many eyes Some call them Heather And that's what you were Nails painted black But who am I? Look at us watching But turning away Passing up Heaven A myriad of screams So stand in the circle and pull down your robes Thoughts of death are chilling But they laugh anyways I Love me I Love me My blood turning grey Society Society And so it will Rain

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