Brian Paone

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I came home when the sun was down
The flowers had been sleeping awhile
My room was dark and cold
The thoughts started heating my soul
I started wondering what life was like
If I hadn't been living so long
Maybe I fell asleep really fast
I couldn't tell 'cause you stole my dream

I hate you, you kill me, we die away
Thanks for pissing it all away

I had to kill on my day off
It wasn't a pretty sight
I had to kill you on my day off
Or I'd kill myself instead
You never take a day off in my head

I put my hand up to my face
And shuddered my pain away
I laid my head on my bed
There are no more trips ahead
I still don't know where you are
That isn't the question here
For the first time I felt something soft
I just had to take a day off with fear

I hate you, you kill me, we die away
Thanks for pissing it all away

I had to kill on my day off
It wasn't a pretty sight
I had to kill you on my day off
Or I'd kill myself instead
You never take a day off in my head

All you fucking punks, walk on by
Don't you stare at me
All you fucking punks, walk on by
Don't you stare at me
All you fucking punks, walk on by
Don't you stare at me
All you fucking punks, walk on by
Don't you stare at me
Don't you stare

I hate you, you kill me, we die away
Thanks for pissing it all away

I had to kill on my day off
It wasn't a pretty sight (sight, sight, sight)
(I, I, I, I) I had to kill you on my day off
Or I'd kill myself instead
(You never, you never, you)
You never take a day off in my head
(In my head, head, in my head, in my head, head)
(I had to kill)
I had to kill on my day off
(Off, off, off, off)
(It wasn't, it wasn't, it wasn't)
It wasn't a pretty sight
(No, no, no, no, no, no)
I had to kill you on my day off

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