The Death of Us

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Talk to me.

 

Tell me your secrets

And I will tell you mine.

 

Smoke with me

It is going to kill our lungs

But who cares

We might as well die young.

 

Drink with me

We’ll make mistakes

And wish they could be undone

But a life without regret

Is not a good one.

 

Sing with me

Let our lungs part from our last breath

While humming a tune they will never forget.

 

Lie with me

We can get away from the evil we have done.

 

Cut vertically with me

They cannot stitch us up.

 

Now die with me.

Follow me to hell

Fore we are all sinners;

Just look what we have done.

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