| Always love the ones you hurt
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| Passion killer with no time to mourn
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| Cold comfort that your heart is torn
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| I wish you hell — sealed with a kiss
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| Tenderized twelve ounces of flesh
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| Love is a void a wound in the chest
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| Never open your heart worn on your sleeve
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| Sweet affection lip service to the bereaved
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| I am no ones property
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| In no others do I trust
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| For there is no true love
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| Only varying degrees of lust
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| Coronary deceased
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| Pitiless piety
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| Despicable cardiology
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| A rapture in purulence
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| Solid cast heart, metallic annealed
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| In surgical
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| Steal your heart your true soulmate
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| The best vengeance is living well
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| Love is a bitch it maims to please
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| I’ll see you again once more down on your knees
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| We all wear the culled bull’s feather
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| Senseless wittols of mistrust
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| For there is no true love
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| Only varying degrees of lust
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| Myocardium depletes
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| Detestible pathology
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| Seventy two beats per minute desist
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| Ruptured in purulence
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| Solid cast heart, metallic annealed
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| In surgical steel
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| Exiled on maim street
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| Don’t tell me that you want
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| Don’t tell me that you need
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| Don’t tell me that you love
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| Don’t tell me that you care
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| Don’t fool yourself |