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Funeral Lyrics

I hate my fear. I want to drop it to its knees, I want to punch it till it bleeds.

There is no New York for young lovers. No new nonunion country running for cover. Bomb bets for bomb threats, you're hanging by a thread. What if we never come back? What if it's all just jokes?
I hate my fear. I want to drop it to its knees, I want to punch it till it bleeds.
When I was 12, I hid under the blanket because I thought I was going to die, just because I died in a video game and thought to myself: what if I never come back? What if it's all just jokes?

I hate my fear. I want to drop it to its knees, I want to punch it till it bleeds.

No one needs a New York for young lovers. A nonunion country running for cover. Bomb bets for bomb threats, you're hanging by a thread.
Bomb bets for you.
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