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Picnics At The Cemetery
Black tie
Landslides
Black candles and red wine
Live and let die
No manners needed on our bedside
Basket filled to the brim
Going out on a limb
I'll hire a hearse to come and pick you up
We'll dance on a tombstone until the sun comes up
Picnics in the graveyard
Feeding our depraved hearts
Landslides
Black candles and red wine
Live and let die
No manners needed on our bedside
Basket filled to the brim
Going out on a limb
I'll hire a hearse to come and pick you up
We'll dance on a tombstone until the sun comes up
Picnics in the graveyard
Feeding our depraved hearts
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