Andrew Jackson Jihad - Randy's House | Текст песни

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I've got a rotten apple core feeling
Dying like a living ghost
Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound
Thinking of you the most

And I hope that our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to
The ground
Down, down just like Randy's house

When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun
I became a setting sun
Now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground
Thinking that you were the one

And I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randy's house

And I hope that our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randy's house

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