Twelve days of living=Twelve ways to die
Life has it's little perks when you're still alive
And a bullet for the handgun if you're still alive
Two cyanide pills,
Three shotguns,
Four butcher knives,
Five nooses to hang you,
Six throwing darts,
Seven samurái swords,
Eight bloody machetes,
Nine loaded pistols,
Ten roaring chainsaws,
Eleven swinging hachets,
Twelve archer's arrows,
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