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Oh! I got a yellow Christ
All slashed on my wall
He's tattered in paint garb
I think he's bound to fall
I'm crying please...please just cut him down.
I got a bad bad feelin', body n' blood are dryin' up.
There's paint on my fingers
There's paint on the ground
The world explodes in colors and
I'm never comin' down
I'm cryin' please....please just cut him down
I got a bad bad feelin', waters are comin' down.
The air is on fire
The walls have collapsed
His eyes are dalmatians
Here come the dreadful reds
I'm cryin please...please just cut him down.
If I don't shake this feelin', I'm bound to Flower and Fall.
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