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Fickle father Foolish son We pray for pain We pray for blood I hope I die I hope I'm high I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky! I hope your body Heals itself I hope that God Forgives himself I hope I die I hope I'm high I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky! They say That I Will live Will die They say As well I'll burn In hell So get your jacket exactly where you left, dear I know you think it's clear I am the problem, everybody saw him there Alone, eating alone Fickle father Foolish son We pray for pain We pray for blood I hope I die I hope I'm high I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky! I hope your body Heals itself I hope that God Forgives himself I hope I die I hope I'm high I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky! They say That I Will live Will die They say As well I'll burn In hell So get your jacket exactly where you left it, dear I know you think it's clear I am the problem, everybody saw him in there Alone, eating alone Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-Oh! Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh Ooh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh Ooh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh Ooh-oh Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh! Woah-oh! Ooh-oh! Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh! Woah-oh! Ooh-oh! Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh! Woah-oh! Ooh-oh! [I heard you're seeking an attorney, and Go through the legal system to do what you need to do, and And get out of this forever To solve our problems You got that?]