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Tell me any lie that you want |
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It's more than |
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I knowYou said the words yourself |
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Tell me any lie that you want |
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And I will follow |
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The clock to stop the blood |
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In shoot our hearts |
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Woe upon the ones we love |
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And to those our hearts are wound |
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There a darkness rises up |
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Every scream of blood |
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Think about the burning strainds |
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Woah I'm on fire |
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Wrapped up in this flare |
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For what it's worth |
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It's tired and old |
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To mark the ground |
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We rape to own |
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In shoot our hearts |
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Woe upon the ones we love |
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And to those our hearts are wound |
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There a darkness rises up |
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Every scream of blood |
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And we're all trying to |
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Not shoot up the strains |
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And we're all trying to |
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Not shoot up the strains |
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To lie upon the ones we love |
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And to those you do your worst |
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Pull the flags up from your door |
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And rinse the blood |
