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Its a deep, red wound. Enough to stare. |
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It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware |
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You squeeze it tight enough to bleed. |
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But suicide is something we'd rather not mention here. |
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In our beautiful world of saving face. |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you. |
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And as we stand here waiting for the sound.. |
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Get me out of this hell before I'm sucked in. |
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But you're the beautiful one. |
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And everyone is painted on, singing scripted songs. |
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And your seizure-like finger is dead on the trigger. |
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And then, it's all blown away. With you or us all. |
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And they had you in their targets. |
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They're smiling with you in their targets. |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you. |
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And as we stand here waiting for the sound.. |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you. |
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And no one says a word from there on out. |
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But I knew she was beautiful, you're the ones with the flaws. |
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Oh I knew she was beautiful she should of had this all. |
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You're killing your heroes, you're killing them one by one. |
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But I knew she was beautiful, something here's got to die. |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you. |
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And as we stand here waiting for the sound.. |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you. |
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And no one says a word from there on out. |
