All your pretty memories
Crushed in the footprints
Flowers fell from the sky
For you and your bank
All your pretty memories
Shattered in the moment
You and the hearse
Rode past in a daydream
Stuck outside of nightmares
All my pretty memories
Of you, leave you moist
Take your bags, release your envy
But just before you go, shovel me.
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