8 December 2008
Cancer/ My Chemical Romance Turn away, If you could get me a drink Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me in all my favorite color
MAMA/ My Chemical Romance Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, we all go to hell. I'm writing this letter and wishing you well, Mama, we all go to hell. Oh, well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die. Mama, we
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