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DEATH TO THE MUSIC

This repetition you loved
This one chord song, does it still remain the same?
This no-punk band you had
your MDMA friends, are they still in town?

A head, dancing in a bunker, wrapped in a drone
These girls, yelling in the streets,
why am i not one of them?

We met as we were kids
my hand in yours, tense with fear
Not so long ago

As you don't love me anymore, all I can sing now is, Death to the music.

A picture of fright and boredom
Skinheads clothes beached in a junkyard
Organ punishment and bleeding ears
GTAIE Melancholy

A head, dancing in a bunker, wrapped in a drone
These girls, yelling in the streets,
why am i not one of them

We met as we were kids
my hand in yours, tense with fear
Not so long ago

As you don't love me anymore, all I can sing now is, Death to the music.

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