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One, two, three
Tomorrow we will go to Paris With the other Americans stuck in America
The wind whips my bones in a way yet unknown
We haven't lost control, my dear

I'm twisting off all my head
A bottle cap now
Hands sweaty and cold
The eyes do look down
To a world without you
How could I be the fool
While we're holding hands upon this tower

Anthill fever, how I lunge for your neck and
Ant sting speed, how we curl up in bed
Forgetting the smells and the tastes and the look
I couldn't, I couldn't, could never

Vampire boy, when did this all get shaken
Been a thief, been a bug, I have been mistaken
A great sword, plunged deep in the earth here
But I've pulled myself from this stone

Cosmia, won't you help me
Oh, won't you help me
Oh, I'm grieving
Cosmia, won't you help me
Oh, I'm grieving
Cosmia, won't you help me
Oh, I'm grieving

Tomorrow we will go to Paris With the other Americans stuck in America
The wind whips my bones in a way yet unknown
We haven't lost control, my dear

We haven't lost control, my dear
We haven't lost control, my dear
We haven't lost control, my dear

We haven't lost control, my dear
(Faggots f*ck forever)