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Eye to eye stand winners and losers |
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Hurt by envy, cut by greed |
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Face to face with their own disillusion |
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The scars of old romances still on their cheeks |
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And when blow by blow the passion dies |
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Sweet little death just have been lies |
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The memories of gone by time |
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Would still recall the lie |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding, I start screaming |
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Time to prove what forever should last |
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Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test |
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Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts |
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And when blow by blow the passion dies |
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Sweet little death just have been lies |
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The memories of gone by time |
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Would still recall the lie |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding, I start screaming |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding, I start screaming |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding, I start screaming |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will leave you on your knees |
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You start bleeding, I start screaming |
