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I've Just Gone From 6 To 12

Death Quit Dancing

Feel the burn
a catalytic rite of way
a puppet master out of string
Feel the sun
cut through every word you say

Missus, I'm not equiped to love
Mister, I've got no game
So open your pants and show the world your fame
Missus, I'm not equiped to love
Mister, I've got no game
So drop your pants to watch you play out on a fucking stage

See this old fire safety glass
I've put my fist through
Don't smash if you need to start a fire
So will your heart ignite the love
I claim to miss you
Don't smash if you need to start a fire

Is that your best?
Attempt at hanging on
Is that your best?
Attempt at hanging out

Fuck you, that's not the way it happened
I'll set fire right under your face
Burning and scattered ashes fall
on arms that seem to point the way

See this old fire safety glass
I've put my fist through
Don't smash if you need to start a fire
So will your heart ignite the love
I claim to miss you
Don't smash if you need to start a fire

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