| Go!
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| Aah!
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| A wraith with an angel’s body
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| A demon with a smile of gold
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| You soul-sucker
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| I won’t become like you
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| A killer with the perfect weapons
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| Crystal eyes and a heart of coal
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| You soul-sucker
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| I won’t lose myself in you
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| Look how pretty she is, when she falls down
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| Now there’s no beauty in bleeding mascara
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| Lips are quivering like a withering rose
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| She’s back again
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| What the fuck do you think love means?
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| It’s more than words and more than feelings
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| Sucking me dry
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| Is my marrow that sweet?
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| Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken hearts
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| And misspent hopes, sucking them dry
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| Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness?
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| I hope you choke
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| Look how pretty she is, when she falls down
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| Now there’s no beauty in bleeding mascara
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| Lips are quivering like a withering rose
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| She’s back again
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| She’s back a-
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| She’s back again
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| She’s back |