Cottonwood Firing Squad
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Love, you're gonna die
But that's okay 'cause so am I

Let's just hold each other close for a little while
Don't be sad, I'll rest my head down on your lap
You can smoke your cigarette while I smell the cancer on your breath

There's somethin' terrible in dying young
There's somethin' pretty in it, too

If love is just a game
Then we're all meant to lose
I'll be making up the rules as I go

If life is just a test
I'll bе failing every breath
Causе, darling, failure is a friend I've come to know