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We could be perfect one last night |
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And die like star crossed lovers when we fight |
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And we could settle this affair |
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If you would shed your yellow |
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Take my hand and then |
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We'll solve |
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The mystery of laceration gravity |
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This riddle |
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Of revenge |
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Please understand that it has to be this way |
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Stand! |
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Up ******* tall, don't let them see your back |
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And take! |
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My ******* hand |
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And never be afraid again |
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We've only got one chance to put things at an end |
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And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights |
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You said, we're not celebrities |
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We spark and fade, they die by threes |
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I'll make you understand |
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And you can trade me for an apparition |
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Stand up ******* tall |
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Don't let them see your back |
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And take my ******* hand |
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And never... |
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Trust |
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You said |
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Who put the words in your head? |
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Just how wrong we were to think |
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that immortality meant never dying |
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Stand... |
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Take my ******* hand... |
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Take my ******* stand up ******* tall, |
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don't let them see your back |
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Take |
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My ******* hand |
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And never be afraid again |
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Just because my hand's around your throat! |
