Слова:
Give Up The Ghost Farewell

Whatever this becomes Whatever words I say We are the fortunate ones... And when the days are done I won't forget All I see in you and me Is a light

now, not ever or anyone Take 'em all for the sense of happiness That comes from hurting deep down inside Or you can add it up and give a shit, give

fast forward But shit they asked for it It's hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it's juicy You start to sound like Confucius when making up

past rather slit my wrist and take a bath cant even look at myself i feel like a ghost we hurt the ones we love the most amidst the final farewell she

fast forward But shit they asked for it It's hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it's juicy You start to sound like Confucius when making up

have another Orange Julius Thick syrup standing in lines The malls are the soon to be ghost towns so long, farewell, good-bye And the telephone goes off pick to receiver up

have another Orange Julius Thick syrup standing in lines The malls are the soon to be ghost towns so long, farewell, good-bye And the telephone goes off pick to receiver up