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I don't know what I know
Yet I know what I don't
It's much easier to cry over
Cold rice and booze than to love myself

You don't know what you got
'till you die and you rot
Don't regret, don't neglect, don't reject
Don't be late to your funeral, son

My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest

My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest

I'm just half of a brain
I'll be dying in vain
Try to read and I'll ask you to leave
I'm not part of a filigran

Love the sunshine my friend
Says the man on again
As he leaves with his plasticine child
In the back of a high speed train

My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest

My sweet angel
Sweetest angel
My sweet insect
Buried Incest

I've seen love on televised fiction before
But I think my head
Might be in love with the war and the hate
Yeah I've seen love on televised fiction before
But I think my head
Might be in love with the war
Might be in love with the hate



Credits
Writer(s): Roy David, Morin Antoine, Theriault Jonathan, Beauchamp Jonatan
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