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Cemetery Lyrics

Cemetery by Say Anything  

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Cemetery There's a cemetery deep below the sea;
There the space is reserved for fools like me.
Tried to kill myself at least a dozen times,
But nothing seemed to turn out right.

Now I'd rather wait a half-a-century
Soiling the bed all belligerent and wrinkly
Even when I go blind and lose my mind,
Nothing seems to turn out right.
Something's got to turn out right.

If you want, then when we die,
We'll ascend to some place way up high.
At the gate, they'll show you through.
If they ask me, I'm with you.

You're in my body,
You're, You're in my body.
You're in my body,
That's where I think about you.

In my body,
You're, you're in my body.
You're in my body,
That's where

There's no one that imagines like you,
So convinced there's somewhere that we go to;
Not a first-class trip to the abyss
Tell me, do you still feel this?
Tell me, do you still feel this?

As I drown in lakes of fire,
I will call your name as I expire.
It's the last thing that I'll do.
I will tell them I'm with you

You're in my body,
You're, you're in my body.
You're in my body,
That's where I think about you.

In my body,
You're, you're in my body.
You're in my body,
That's where

Falling asleep, asleep at the wheel
As I approach that cliff, I'm starting to feel
If you could wake me up with only a touch,
I could die with you. Life would be enough.

Falling asleep, asleep at the wheel
As I approach that cliff, I'm starting to feel
If you could wake me up with only a touch,
I could die with you. Life would be enough.

When I face the one who made
My disgusting heart from a lump of clay,
Should he ask what got me through,
If he asks me, it was you.

You're in my body,
You're, you're in my body.
You're in my body,
That's where I think about you.

In my body,
You're, you're in my body.
You're in my body,
That's where I think about you.

In my body,
You're, you're in my body.
You're in my body,
That's where I think about you.



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