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Text: Cold. End The World.

Everyone came around here, everyone else got sick
And watched the clock tickin' slowly
Everyone knew the ending, opened a bag of tricks
And stumbled over their own

They blew minds away
Sort of cripplin', just like thunder
Now it's gone today
Well, I'm so happy that it's on

Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world

Well, it's far away
In a hurricane, twisting slowly
Now, it's gone today
Well, I'm so happy that it's on

Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world

It's my world, my love, my gun
It's my world, my love, my gun

Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world
Well, it's the end of the world

It's my world, my love, my gun
It's my world, my love, my gun