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Purple...
I fantasize of a gun in my mouth
And my thick red blood painting
The deep blue sky
O' what a lovely purple...
No one can even possibly cry
I left behind something so pretty
It will replace me so easily
O' what a lovely deep blue
Even my corpse has things to do
Must look good. Must smile big
Do not forget
I left everyone my grave to dig
I'll visit there's
If they'll dig Mine
Fair is Fair
No one is too young to die
When the sun sets
Think of me
That's my blood on the horizon you see
O' what a lovely Purple
...
God gave me such a pretty deep blue sky
And I fantasized of a gun in my mouth
My blood painted the heavens red
Remember there is a reason I'm in my coffin bed
And my thick red blood painting
The deep blue sky
O' what a lovely purple...
No one can even possibly cry
I left behind something so pretty
It will replace me so easily
O' what a lovely deep blue
Even my corpse has things to do
Must look good. Must smile big
Do not forget
I left everyone my grave to dig
I'll visit there's
If they'll dig Mine
Fair is Fair
No one is too young to die
When the sun sets
Think of me
That's my blood on the horizon you see
O' what a lovely Purple
...
God gave me such a pretty deep blue sky
And I fantasized of a gun in my mouth
My blood painted the heavens red
Remember there is a reason I'm in my coffin bed
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