Dead & Bloated - Demo

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 On my birthday deathbed
 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 On my birthday deathbed
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 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 On my birthday deathbed
 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 'Cause I'm dead & bloated
 Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
 And she says it's natural
 I feel I've come of age
 When she peeks I start to run
 Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
 And she says it's natural
 I feel I've come of age
 When she peeks I start to run
 You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
 You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 On my birthday deathbed
 I am trampled under sole of another man's shoes
 Guess I walked too softly
 Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
 And she says it's natural
 I feel I've come of age
 When she peeks I start to run
 Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah
 And she says it's natural
 I feel I've come of age
 When she peeks I start to run
 You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
 You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
 I run through the years, thinking 'bout tomorrow
 Thinking 'bout tomorrow
 I run through the years, thinking 'bout tomorrow
 Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 On my birthday deathbed
 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 'Cause I'm dead & bloated
 I run through the years, thinking 'bout tomorrow
 Thinking 'bout tomorrow
 I run through the years, thinking 'bout tomorrow
 Thinking about tomorrow
 I run through the years, thinking 'bout tomorrow
 Thinking 'bout tomorrow
 I run through the years, thinking 'bout tomorrow
 Thinking 'bout tomorrow
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 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 On my birthday deathbed
 I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me
 Somebody gave me, somebody gave me
 On my birthday deathbed