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Transgender Dysphoria Blues,
You don't worry about tomorrow anymore, cause you're dead.
Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?
Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.
They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,
you were wearing the jacket that I met you in.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
She fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket,
she fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket.
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
I miss my dead friend.
We buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground.
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope.
Now she waits for you to haunt her,
she sleeps with your ghost at night in bed.
When you died, you were only twenty-six,
the most real person that I've ever met.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
She fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket,
she fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket.
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
I miss my dead friend.
Oh, your cold dead hands,
oh, your cold dead lips.
Oh, your cold dead heart,
oh, your cold dead kiss.
Oh, your cold dead hands,
oh, your cold dead lips.
Oh, your cold dead heart,
oh, your cold dead kiss.
Well, how could I not have guessed?
Well, how could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket?
She fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket,
she fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket.
God damn it.
God damn, I miss my dead friend.
