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Fake yer death, if you need to To afford distractions from the living, oh You can make a body out of plaster soaked in your own blood Then leave the body in your bed Covered with the sheet like you were murdered in your sleep You can burn your house down and leave some bones Make sure the bones look something like your own Dig them up Steal them from the grave of someone your age You take these bones and place them Inside the plaster soaked in your blood Then leave the body in your bed Covered with the sheet like you were murdered in your sleep You can burn your house down and leave some bones Make sure the bones look something like your own Should our little crime go amiss Shall they see the bodies are not flesh? We wait until they're buried Until we rest, my love, until we rest And we can hide in the room like we've always wanted to SongtexteTo work on what we love, to work on what we love We won't tell anyone we're not dead, so We can hide away to work on what we love Until we rest, my love, until we rest Aus Songtexte Mania