Randy’s House

I've got the rotten apple core feeling
 Dying like a living ghost
 Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound
 Thinking of you the most
 And I hope our candles flicker and die
 So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
 Down, down just like Randy's house
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 When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun
 I became a setting sun
 Now you're heading west bound
 While I'm lying on the ground
 Thinking you were the one
 And I-I hope our candles flicker and die
 So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
 Down, down just like Randy's house
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 And I hope our candles flicker and die
 So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
 Down, down just like Randy's house