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| Lyrics | I think I'm drown- ing as-p - ed I wan-na break this spell that you've cre-at- ed. You're some-thing beau-ti-ful a con-tra-dic wan-na play the game I want the fric-tion You will be the death of me Yeah, you will be the death o Bu-ry it I won't let you bu-ry it I won't let you smo-ther it I won't let you mur-der it. And our ti nn-ing out and our time is runn-ing out you can't push it un-der-ground you can't stop it scream-ing out I wa |