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I’m sorry about the sun,
How could I know that you’d burn? ,
And I’m sorry about the moon,
How could I know that you’d disapproved,
I’ll never make the same mistake,
The next time I create the universe I’ll make sure we communicate at length
But until then...better of dead,
A smile on the lips and a hole in the head,
Better of dead, yeah better than this,
Better of dead, yeah better than this,
Take it away ’cuz there’s nothing to miss
I’m sorry about the world,
How could I know you’d take it so bad? ,
And I’ll never make the same mistake,
The next time I create the universe I’ll make sure you participate
But until then...
Better of dead, yeah better of dead,
Why don’t you try pushing daisies instead
And I’ll never make the same mistake,
The next time I create the universe I’ll make sure we communicate,
Just in case
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