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Your nails, fashion red. |
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Paint a story your eyes never kept. |
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Don't worry, sweetie, |
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I'm just killing lately. |
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You think |
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I'm a killer? |
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You think these eyes belong to a murderer? |
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Pass judgement fast, |
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Cause that's the last look you'll get. |
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Please take me with you. |
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Please take me with you. |
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In autumn, |
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I won't be here. |
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So help me, |
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God.So help me, |
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God.I've walked and searched for eighteen years |
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And died for nothing. |
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Your nails, fashion red. |
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Paint a story your eyes never kept. |
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Don't worry, sweetie, |
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I'm just killing lately. |
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You think |
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I'm a killer? |
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You think these eyes belong to a murderer? |
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Pass judgement fast, |
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Cause that's the last look you'll get. |
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In autumn, |
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I won't be here. |
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So help me, |
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God.So help me, |
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God."I've been evil,Making a messOut of this town;I woke the devil.' |
