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I will cut my tongue to end this here |
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As words to bullets and feelings to fears |
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You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day |
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I dare to cause this war, maybe i will die therefor |
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Yet i think it is my juliet story |
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Because you are my everything |
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but this beauty leaves the room |
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and my dream seems to be over |
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my tongue is not severed and the end is here |
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Drove home to that anchingly long song |
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As words to poetry and my feelings so free |
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I am longing for your arms to lay down |
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In your hands i feel so secure- this must be true |
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You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day |
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I dared to cause this war, maybe we will die therefor |
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Yet i think it is my juliet story |
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Because you are my everything |
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but this beauty leaves the room |
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and my dream seems to be over |
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my tongue is not severed and the end is here |
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burlesque and splendid i will enter their realm |
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this place should become a burial ground |
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i dared to cause that war and i died therefor |
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but this beauty leaves the room |
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and my dream seems to be over |
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my tongue is not severed and the end is here |