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Dear friends of this academy |
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Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death.. |
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To see a friend bleed to death |
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What for, some kind of metaphor |
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That I can't see.. |
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So I'll drink until I see it. |
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This sky will make me sick, |
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So I'll give up on you, |
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I'll give up on this. |
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This sky will make me sick, |
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So I'll give up on this, |
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I'll give up on you. |
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[Chorus] |
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Archers in your arches, |
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Raise your fingers for one last salute.. |
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And bleed this skyline dry |
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Your history is mine. |
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So you want to hold me up and bring me down? |
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Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down |
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I don't care for your sweet scent |
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Or the way you want me more than I want you. |
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I don't care for your sweet scent |
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Or the way you want me more than I want you. |
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[Chorus x2] |
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It's all mine.. it's all mine.. it's all mine... |
