Comets & Fake Blood Lyrics

When comets explode
I wonder if they care
'Bout how fast they flew

They had
The temperature rising
They had
(Hundred degrees Celsius)
They had it all
(Maybe two thousand and five hundred)

I got, got
Blood on my finger
Pricked a spot
To make sure I'm still
Both my feet, ten toes

Won't you
Tell God I'm a faker? Drawing fake blood
All this fake blood on me

I wanna make you smile
Like you always do for me
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do, like you
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do for me
I wanna make you
Like you always do for me

Hundred degrees Celsius
Maybe two thousand and five hundred

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