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Don't die alone, die with me in this junk city on fire. You can't come between us, you can't separate us death you'll never understand our love oh no. |
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Teen prostitutes in Moscow turning tricks by night, send money to your mother starving in the winter abandoned carnivals cry in the countryside. Kicked in the head, woke up and i was standing on a bridge, take one more step and i'll jump the words drip from my mouth but i don't feel like their coming from me at all. |
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And it hurts. |
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Don't die alone, die with me in this junk city on fire, you can't come between us, you can't separate us death you'll never understand our love oh no. |
