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And you could call this the
funeral
I'm just telling the
truth
And you can play this at my
funeral
Wrap me up in
Chanel inside my coffin
Might go to
Hell and there ain't no stopping
Might be a
sinner and I might be a saint
I'd like to be
proud, but somehow I'm ashamed
Sweet little baby in a world full of pain
I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it
Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying?
Mama said if I really want to,
then I can change, yeah yeah
If you really
listen, then this is to you
Mama, there is only so much I can do
Except for you to witness, for to worship me too
I'm
using white lighters to
see
And you could call this the
funeral
I'm just telling the
truth, yeah
You can play this at my
funeral
Tell my sister don't
cry and don't be sad
I'm in
Paradise with Dad
Close my
eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the
dirt, let me dream with the stars
Throw me in a
box with the oxygen off
You gave me the
key and you locked every lock
When I can't
breathe, I won't ask you to stop
When I can't
breathe, don't call for a cop
I was
naive and hopeful and lost
Now I'm
aware and driving my thoughts
What do I
do? What do I do?
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof
I don't
believe it if I don't know you
I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the
Internet
I'm
using white lighters to
see what's in front of
me
I'm
using white lighters to
see
And you could call this the
funeral
I'm just telling the
truth
You can play this at my
funeral
Tell my sister don't
cry and don't be sad
I'm in
Paradise with Dad
Close my
eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the
dirt, let me dream with the stars