Bad Bite
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3:11It’ll be alright Let’s make it up as I go, a poetic license to kill The world is washing away, so come and dance with me Take this moment and flex your teeth It’s all or nothing Shake up the known world You better believe that it’s out of control Shaking your hips and shaking your bones Angel of death is holding us close Two for the money and one for the show I cannot leave it alone I know I’m bleeding the note This house is on fire So we should stay warm Time can wound all heals but let’s not talk of that now With every silver lining, there must be a cloud Now we understand, all in all, we got to love