"Sleep tight", they said
For their little girl
"How she died?", they asked
She was a troubled pearl
For their little girl
"How she died?", they asked
She was a troubled pearl
Didn’t meet her twenty friends
Doesn’t know when life begins
Will never drink a good beer
Only knew the taste of a tear
A voice screamed on creepy dreams
Dear God, what the fuck it means
There is no hope
There’s a fucking rope
On the radio, listening to your dead idols
In your hands, some pills to silence the pain
She’s only sixteen
No nightmare to sing
Now you’ll sleep forever, Christine
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