| It’s the way of love
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| The bullet understands
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| Exchange your blood for wine
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| It always seems so selfish
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| But this is not as good as before
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| Four walls, hold me
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| Cold eyes, haunt me
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| Run back to the woods
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| Get back to the woods now
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| Night’s calling me
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| It’s begging me
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| Pleasure is lost
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| So give in
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| I’m not sadist, you are a half-ling
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| I am empty too in the right way
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| We don’t ever know when we’re this close
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| We don’t need their blame or forgiveness
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| I just turn to dust
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| The burning in your hands
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| There is no reason why
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| You always feel so helpless
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| But this is not as good as before
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| Your arms hold me
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| Give them everything
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| Run back to the woods
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| Get back to the woods now
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| Night’s calling me
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| It’s begging me
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| Pleasure is lost
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| So give in
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| I’m not sadist, you are a half-ling
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| I am empty too in the right way
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| We don’t ever know when we’re this close
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| We don’t need their blame or forgiveness
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| I’m the same as you I am nothing
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| I am empty too in the morning
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| We don’t ever know when we’re this close
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| We don’t need their blame or forgiveness
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| Not my fault
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| Running away
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| Let me break down
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| I’m just a little doll
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| We want to know
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| Is it the air?
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| Is it the night?
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| Airing inside us
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| So give in
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| I’m not sadist, you are a half-ling
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| I am empty too in the right way
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| We don’t ever know when we’re this close
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| We don’t need their blame or forgiveness
|
| I’m not sadist, you are a half-ling
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| I am empty too in the right way
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| We don’t ever know when we’re this close
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| We don’t need their blame or forgiveness |