Worst Summer Ever

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    Bury my head in the sand
    Beneath the casket
    Of the clothes you laid them in

    Let's marry them
    And let our children roam
    The fabric of a bad night
    Where we yelled
    The structure blurred

    And burn the kids into their night gowns
    Bathing with our open wounds
    We have nothing left but our faces to touch

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    Under a mountain of pressure
    To find my way back and be someone better

    This home is a maze that I lost myself in
    We let our brokеn arms carry us to Ohio
    All the way past our dead sisters housе
    As the blood from our mouths swallows us

    So let's follow it back home
    With no sense of direction
    Tripping over ourself and the lovers we knew
    It's been the worst summer ever
    With your funeral coming up
    And how I can't believe that I got the day off

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