Alba s touto skladbou:
Ex Lives,
I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
Wide-eyed, brilliant, dynamic rest
I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
When the iron sharpens the iron
When the iron sharpens the iron
When the iron sharpens the iron, sharpens the iron
I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
A vulgar, loud, unforgettable end
I want to be dead with my friends
Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts,
Against this, even gods fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We're the last of the lost,
But now we are the first of the fashionably late
Loved ones decompose,
You'll dance around their bones
Most of us are holy ghosts
All of us are holy ghosts
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We made the scene when we made a scene
And though it was brief, it meant everything
Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints
Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints
Against this, even boys fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We're the last of the lost,
But now we are the first of the fashionably late
I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave
You were all there with me
You were all there with me
You were all there with me
