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My testo skins in the backyard
All my boys in the graveyard
My whole gang′s gotta wild card
Yea I worked real hard
I got a brand new feeling
I see the stitches in the ceiling
I see the skyline bleeding
Brand new feeling and it has no meaning
Everyone has stopped now
No one's going further
There is something in the sky
And it kinda looks like murder
Trenchcoat son all american daughter
There is something in the water
And it tastes like slaughter
My testo skins in the backyard
All my boys in the graveyard
My whole gang′s gotta wild card
Yea I worked real hard
I got a brand new feeling
I see the stitches in the ceiling
I see the skyline bleeding
Brand new feeling and it has no meaning
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Writer(s): Dylan Brady, Mikkel Kauczki Cox, Theo Philip Zeitner, Victoria Vassiliki Daldas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
