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| I Love The Dead
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I love the dead before they’re cold They’re bluing flesh for me to hold Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing I love the dead before they rise No farewells, no goodbyes I never knew your rotting face While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave I have other uses for you, darling We love the dead We love the dead, yeah |
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