1# Lyrics by Penguin
She comes to me in dreams, like a voice inside my head
Hanging in the air, like the faces of the dead
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She comes to me in dreams, like a voice inside my head
Hanging in the air, like the faces of the dead
I’m so f#cking sick of these shades of grey
While the girl i love is 4 blocks away
It’s time to put this to bed, all the stupid ugliness
All the yelling and the screaming
I’m feeling this amazing connection
And I’m not trying to leave just yet
Pass on down what’s left of the bottle
We’re gonna get drunk tonight
Coming down hard leave you begging for breath
We are the small band of kids the queers marked for death