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Temper, temper! |
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She's not fighting, but her pulse is saying otherwise. |
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They couldn't find her heartbeat, |
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When you knocked her off her feet. |
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Death walked grinning with his broken wings, |
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And pointing fingers at the chosen ones. |
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I've never met him, but the dead have met him once. |
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The only thing left in you is a skeleton, |
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Oh no you did it again. |
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Just give a little laughter, |
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How you gonna stop us now? |
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Cops and robbers, side by side, |
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Calling, "how we gonna stop this." |
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Was it ever worth it? |
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You won't need your guns for this. |
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We've been listening to music, |
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We'll have them by somewhere safer, (we'll never use it), |
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Somewhere else. |
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Love, your love, your love is finding itself sort of enough, |
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For us to put us back together |
