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I like it when we wake up
And you're laying in my bed
Last night's lipstick
Has stained my sheets blood red

The washer's broken
And most mornings I've been smoking
I'll lay right here with you and
Play like I'm dead

If I never were to unearth
I could probably spare some pain
I got
Flowers growin' through my pinkies
And the weeds tickle my brain
But the summer's over
And only scary things grow in October
My sprouting cries to dig prove
That I'm not dead

Even when it's pouring
My mouth can get so dry
I open it to the sky
But I just get dirt

It takes a lot of time
For the water to seep down
Into my eyes
And then it makes me cry

I can hear you digging
That beat keeps me alive
Wrong patch but I'm nearby
Get a little closer every try

It's like I fell under this old curse
You know I stood up from my grave
My bones are stacked up like some crosswords
Left half finished and blank
But despite this horror
I'm filling out each clue in order
No need to call the coroner
I was just
Playing dead!

Even if it's pouring
Even if it's pouring

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