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Final Countdown

There you go in Pontiacs
That still have tape decks
Listening to that Beck song
The one you used to fuck to

Her. Legs. On. Your. Shoulders.

Forget the space shuttle crash
Drinking vodka and orange juice
Losing your virginity to someone
Whose name now has an epitaph

Headstone. With. The. Marble. Angel.

Walking away in the rain
While she calls out your name
She’s got something inside
You’re too scared to look back

Dead. Before. Day. Number. One

They said happiness was a state of mind
Looking for it in bottles with colored labels
In between her thighs you place your tongue
You have failed them all again

This. Is. The. Final. Countdown.

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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