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Lletres: Lovedrug. The Sucker Punch Show. Dying Days.

Even my mouth says let the body grow
Turn off the light and disappear
My yellow fingers pulled out a cigarette
Turn on the light and reappear
With my head down, keep that head down

These are my dying days
No love, no funeral parade

Even this blue sky watches my lung collapse
Breathe in the water and let me drown
My broken fingers, no more cigarettes
All of this love won't reappear
With my head down, keep that head down

These are my dying days
No love, no funeral parade
These are my dying days
Turn the spotlight off, it wasn't mine anyway

Even my God says let this body go
Turn off the lights and disappear
Yellow figures swallow the wishing well
Follow the accursed what I am called

These are my dying days
No love, no funeral parade
These are my dying days
Turn the spotlight off, it wasn't mine anyway

These are my dying days
No one knows that I've gone away