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If I'm not back in 10 minutes, avenge my death! |
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Hidding behind a mask |
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I'm not paranoid. But I know you think I am. |
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Dry sarrows drain our blood |
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He created an angel just for himself |
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The fear of romance. |
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I'll be the thorns on every rose |
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With this trunk of ammunition too |
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He's locked himself away and has created a night for himself. |
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I love you . . . the prelude to a tragedy |