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Let's fall apart together now |
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Zipping Cupid in a body bag well worn |
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next to the mausoleum he was born in |
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picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all |
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from eve to morn for Eve to mourn |
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Have no fear |
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there are wounds that are not meant to heal |
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and they sing in venere veritas |
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come inside, let the fire burn you alive |
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and sing, baby sing, there are wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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in venere veritas |
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Let's fall apart together now |
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There is a method to our sadness |
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as we drag the mirror ball and chain |
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through the twilight again |
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dressed up in shame |
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Have no fear |
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there are wounds that are not meant to heal |
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and they sing in venere veritas |
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come inside, let the fire burn you alive |
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and sing, baby sing, there are wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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in venere veritas |
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We are begging for a reflection from an unshuttered heart |
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to blind and chase us over the edge |
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Have no fear |
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there are wounds that are not meant to heal |
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and they sing in venere veritas |
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come inside, let the fire burn you alive |
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and sing, baby sing, there are wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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in venere veritas |
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these are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all |
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Let's fall apart together now |
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Let's fall apart together now. |