| Its a deep, red wound. |
| Enough to stare
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| It’s a beautiful rose and everyone’s aware
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| You squeeze it tight enough to bleed
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| But suicide is something we’d rather not mention here
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| In our beautiful world of saving face
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| So Vanity’s got this new gun that she wants to try on you
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| And as we stand here waiting for the sound.
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| Get me out of this hell before I’m sucked in
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| But you’re the beautiful one
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| And everyone is painted on, singing scripted songs
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| And your seizure-like finger is dead on the trigger
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| And then, it’s all blown away. |
| With you or us all
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| And they had you in their targets
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| They’re smiling with you in their targets
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| So Vanity’s got this new gun that she wants to try on you
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| And as we stand here waiting for the sound.
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| So Vanity’s got this new gun that she wants to try on you
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| And no one says a word from there on out
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| But I knew she was beautiful, you’re the ones with the flaws
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| Oh I knew she was beautiful she should of had this all
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| You’re killing your heroes, you’re killing them one by one
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| But I knew she was beautiful, something here’s got to die
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| So Vanity’s got this new gun that she wants to try on you
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| And as we stand here waiting for the sound.
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| So Vanity’s got this new gun that she wants to try on you
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| And no one says a word from there on out |