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Riding in the back of the hearse it's the Young dead boy one hand out the dirt Lurking is for sure flicking ash on the curb Every verse is a curse scorched marks in the earth Wicked as could be, wicked as the sea See the waves coming down like my high when you leave Can't breathe, can't see, can't do a fucking thing Can't eat, can't sleep, bitch you turn me to a freak Drain the blood from my veins hang me outside in the breeze Throw my body to the birds if you don’t need me Drain the blood from my veins hang me outside in the breeze Throw my body to the birds if you don’t need me I’ve got something for you and baby if you let me I could show you just what it is you’ve been missing I’ve been sleeping by the river, waking in the hills And I've still yet to find anything real I’ve got something for you and baby if you let me I could show you just what it is you’ve been missing I’ve been sleeping by the river, waking in the hills And I've still yet to find anything real