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It's a deep, red wound, enough to stare |
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It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware |
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You squeeze it tight enough to bleed |
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But suicide's something we'd rather not mention here |
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In our beautiful world of saving face |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you |
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And as we stand here waiting for the sound |
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Get me out of this hell before I'm sucked in, but you're the beautiful one |
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And everyone is painted on, singing scripted songs |
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And your seizure like finger is dead on the trigger |
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And then, it's all blown away, with you or us all |
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And they, they had you in their targets |
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They're smiling with you in their targets |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you |
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And as we stand here waiting for the sound |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you |
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And no one says a word from there on out, from there on out |
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But I knew she was beautiful, you're the ones with the flaws, flaws |
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I knew she was beautiful she should've had this all, all |
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You're killing your heroes, you're killing them one by one, one |
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But I knew she was beautiful, something here's got to die, die |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you |
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And as we stand here waiting for the sound |
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So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you |
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And no one says a word from there on out, from there on out |
