Lord, Let That Tesla Crash

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    I heard death comes in threes
    I misheard it bein' from Dublin
    I thought death's in the trees
    Which makes sense 'cause they're the saddest cunts of
    Plants I have seen
    Oh the drama of them dying every year
    I have seen, watched them dying from the window that we
    Shared for two years with the dog that I was scared of
    I went back, to our house, before your funeral

    I don't miss you like I should
    But I kissed you all those times I shouldn't of
    There's a Tesla outside your old flat
    And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
    I'm angered by that fact

    Let's go back, to the dog, how he almost made me end it
    He was sick, and your God, lord you two were co-dependent
    I thought: Why? Waste your time?
    When he's bitten all these ladies?
    You said, 'Ciara, be nice! And you wear too much
    Foundation'
    Figured out, when you died. That you liked me for the same things
    We were loud, and so young, and so damaged and annoying
    And if you didn't care for us then no one would

    I don't miss you like I should
    But l'd kill myself to find out if you think this song is good
    There's no heaven, you said, so I can't
    And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact
    I'm angered by that fact

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    When I turned twenty two, I had no real friends to speak of
    Who could watch me like you, and if I'm honest I don't have one now
    Dressed up, for the pub, felt so silly and quite underloved
    Until, you were you, and pulled out all seven inches of
    The song by Culture Club, I'd been yapping on about that month
    I spun, and you spun, in attempt to make me happy and I was, I was, I was

    I don't miss you, 'cause I can't
    When I think too much about you I go mad
    I'm so sorry I bitched behind your back
    And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact

    I don't miss you, but then I shouldn't
    My memories are loaded with what I wanted
    But what I couldn't have with you
    That picture's burnt on my TV
    I watch Coronation Street through ghosts of youall neon green
    Your ghost is neon green

    I'm angered by the fact
    Lord let that Tesla crash
    I'm angered by the fact
    Lord let that Tesla crash

    Please do it for the craic
    Lord make that Tesla crash

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    Composition: Ciara Thompson

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