I Think We're In Minsk Lyrics

Play Vera Lynn at my funeral, though I don't think we will meet again. I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful and I think it'd be a funny way to end. Your messiah can't save me now. But I can wait to get there. I know that light is somewhere so I'll f*cking find it I swear. Tie it down and drag it back home. Sunburnt like every summer. Sleepless like every new year. If I die, I'm dying right here. All my friends I'm begging you stay close. Real life: it will get you every time. Oh my god. now let me contradict the last few things I wrote, like, "I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful". Because I am morbid. The dam is f*cking breaking

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