Currents Convulsive

(So) congratulations, (long) break a leg tonight
 What a shame, I heard the understudy died under the knife
 Crying backwards under bedroom lights
 (Congratulations)
 I don't think you'll ever wanna love me
 You'd gotta listen to your doctor, doctor
 Sober up and bury the empty cup
 In a backyard of Seattle, we used to lie
 When I sew you up, don't let me
 Won't stop bleeding
 Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin
 Won't let me go, oh no, oh no
 And they're ruining the mood
 So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle
 And I, I don't think you'll ever wanna love me
 You gotta listen to your doctor, doctors lie (lie), lie (lie), lie (lie)
 If the dollar is right, oh, my sweet little girl
 Hold your mouth and you'll be alright
 Gather 'round, gather 'round
 Ladies and gentlemen, come from far, come from wide
 The moment you've all been waiting for
 Tonight, join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death
 And the miracle of resurrection
 Please understand me when
 I'd rather see you dead
 Than live without me
 So thirsty for more
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 Beyond the sea blue light, I met the love of my life
 She'd rather see me dead than face me
 I like your starry eyes, they yell, "Surprise, surprise!"
 I'm in love, but not for long
 Our operation
 Call off the operation
 Our operation
 Call off, off, off
 Another wave has turned its back on me
 Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see
 Can't count on anything (if your delicate eyes don't blink someday)
 For you, I'd count the salt (they might as well be gone)
 Under the sea (might as well be gone)