Kick The Curb

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I saw the clock hit the curb.

Let's hope this grave won't be disturbed.

One day we'll live in a ghost town.

Lying on the awful ground.

It costs you an arm and a leg.

A shoulder to cry on's a nice place.

A lap for your head to rest.

Thank God for the dull-thoughted chest, 'cause

I saw the clock hit the curb.

Let's hope this grave won't be disturbed.

One day we'll live in a ghost town.

'Cause I know we all fall down.

Here it comes, breathe in, sigh of relief.

Dull thoughts slow sweat the final heave.

They're all down there waiting for you. Heard it's hot like

California. Seven circles got you now.

I hope that you're all feeling down.

I saw the clock hit the curb.

Let's hope this grave won't be disturbed.

One day we'll live in a ghost town.

'Cause I know we all fall down.

Ring a ring a rosy, a pocket full of posies. A tissue, a tissue.

We all fall down.

We all fall down.

We all fall down.

We all fall down.