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1967

de yeule

Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Listen to the voices spit out all the grime
In my mama's satin dress, staring at the train line
Nurse said I was better, discharged on Monday night
(Just kill me)
Then, I sold Kate a Val', so I stayed till late July

He told me: Meet on Sunday and take the Northern line
I wish they didn't draft boys, boys who want to die

Boys who want to die
Boys who want to die

He tells me: It's all broken, so I don't have to fight
(Are you coming with me?)
Wipe his diamond tears from the makeup that he cried
(He's always so far away)
Dressed like it's the 60s (nah), he looks so fucking fly
(He looks so fucking fly)
But when they shaved his head, he cried and cried and cried

He told me: Meet on Sunday and take the Northern line
I wish they didn't draft boys, boys who want to die

Want to die
Where did you go, go, go away?
Boys who want to
Boys who want to-to-to
Boys who want to die

Listen to the voices spit out all the grime
In my mama's satin dress, staring at the train line
Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (ah-ahh)
Ahh, ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (ah-ahh)

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