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Next year things won't be so bad I know you're sick of being sad I'm skipping my own funeral coffins and urns and graves it doesn't feel like anyone's safe I'm skipping my own funeral one less victim last year we tried and failed bad luck's a fuckin' drag I'm skipping my own funeral if she had talked to you from beyond the grave like me you'd see why my lips turn blue on less victim I'm skipping my own funeral Aus Songtexte Mania