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Yesterday you threw a spear and now you think you're getting it back? |
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Yesterday you threw a bloody mess with a cross through my face and now you think you get it back? |
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Yesterday you threw a spear and now you think you're getting it back? |
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Yesterday you threw a bloody mess with a cross through my face and now you think you get it back? |
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London's sin of a brain. |
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I fucking needed it this way. |
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Oh, not you. |
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Nothing, not you. |
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Not you, nothing not you. |
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London's sin of a brain.. |
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I fucking needed it this way. |
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Driven from the pink rose petals inside my head |
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I'm shining tombstones, trying to raise the dead. |
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Didn't you try to shave with one hand? |
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Didn't you try to shave once, shave once? |
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Didn't you try to shave with one damn hand? |
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I wanted it this way. |
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I needed it this way. |
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I fucking wanted it. |
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I fucking needed it. |
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I wanted it this way. |
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I needed it this way. |
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I wanted it. |
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I needed it. |
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I want it. |
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I fucking wanted it. |
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I needed it. |
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I wanted it. |
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I fucking needed it this way. |
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I fucking wanted it. |
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I needed it. |
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I wanted it. |
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I need it. |
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I want it. |
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I wouldn't die would you be my savior? |
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I wouldn't die would you be my kind? |
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Nothing's dead in my bed. |
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In my.. I wouldn't die would you be my savior? |
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I wouldn't die would you be my kind? |
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Nothing's dead in my bed. |
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In my.. I raise the dead. |
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London's sin of a brain. |
