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WEDNESDAY 13 lyrics : "My Home Sweet Homicide"


I've got nothing to lose that's why I'm with you
My X-Ray glasses don't lie

And the best thing about our future
Is knowing that I'm gonna die


It's a simple mistake that anyone could make
And I guess I won the grand prize
A lifetime supply of misery

My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you

I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too


You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide


You're the reason why I never tried
You're the biggest star in your own mind
No anti-dote, it's a $#&@ing joke

And I'll never get out alive

Now on the count of three

Won't you bury me
Close the casket and say goodbye
And its ashes to ashes, dust to dust

My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you

I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too


You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide


And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too


You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide

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