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Die, Die, Die - Dr. Dog
Written by：Scott McMicken/Toby Leaman/Zach Miller/Frank McElroy

It turns out cigarettes can kill you
'Cause when you didn't come back

Every time that I thought of you
I smoked a whole pack

I was up to about seventeen packs a day
I was refueling too
About every hour or so

I drank a bottle of white mule
I wasn't thinking about turquoise
I wasn't thinking about gold

I wasn't thinking about thinking
Or about getting old

Got to be so I didn't care
If I was leaving or loving

Oh what I was
And what I was becoming

I don't want to in your arms
I just want to die

Don't want to die in you arms
I just want to die

And like a marionette doll
Oh manned by a fool
I went into the chicken shed
Started looking for tools
Well I worked for a month

Build some sky and some clouds

And I built some myself some angels

With trumpets so loud
Well they played hallelujah
And I knew I was done
I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlays
Saw a never setting sun

Well I knew I was dead
I couldn't do no more harm

Well I built myself a heaven
Where you died in my arms

Well you died in my arms when I died

Well you died in my arms when I died

Well you died in my arms when I died

You died in my arms when I died