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You looked at me |
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My blood went cold |
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You said come on |
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Who cares be bold |
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We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor |
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You looked at me |
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My lips went dry |
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You said come on |
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Who cares we'll die |
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We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor |
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You looked at me |
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My blood turned red |
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You said come on |
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Who cares you'll be dead |
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We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor |
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So come on in you're looking rough |
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You're telling me you've had it tough |
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So take your hands |
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So take your hands off my chest |
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Sit back Loosen your ties |
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Loosen your knots |
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Sit back Loosen your neck |
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And fill your lungs |
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Sit back Loosen your tongue |
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And loosen your lips |
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Sit back Loosen your tongue |
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And loosen those lips |
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Your silence is bearable |
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But only in short bursts |
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And then it becomes uncomfortable |
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You looked at me |
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My blood went cold |
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You said come on |
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Who cares be bold |
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We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor |
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And we'll teach you to die |
