this used to be a funhouse

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Habe euch nicht viel zu berichten, außer, dass ich morgen die Linh treffe, und mich unheimlich drauf freue.
Euch noch eine schöne Woche.
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PíNK - FUNHOUSE

I dance around this empty house, Tear us down, Throw you out. Screaming down the halls, Spinning all around and now we fall. Pictures framing up the past, Your taunting smirk behind the glass. This museum full of ash. Once a tickle, Now a rash. This used to be Our funhouse, But now it's full of evil clowns. It's time to start the countdown. I'm gonna burn it down down down. I'm gonna burn it down: 9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun! Echoes knocking on locked doors, All the laughter from before. I'd rather live out on the street, Than in this haunted memory. I've called the movers, Called the maids. We'll try to exorcise this place, Drag my mattress to the yard, Crumble tumble house of cards. This used to Our funhouse, But now it's full of evil clowns. It's time to start the countdown, I'm gonna burn it down down down. I'm gonna burn it down down down. I'm gonna burn it down: 9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun! Oh, I'm crawling through the darkest home, My key don't fit my life no more. I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates, I'll find a new place, Burn this fucker down.



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