| I will cut my tongue to end this here
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| As words to bullets and feelings to fears
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| You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day
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| I dare to cause this war, maybe i will die therefor
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| Yet i think it is my juliet story
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| Because you are my everything
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| But this beauty leaves the room
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| And my dream seems to be over
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| My tongue is not severed and the end is here
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| Drove home to that anchingly long song
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| As words to poetry and my feelings so free
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| I am longing for your arms to lay down
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| In your hands i feel so secure- this must be true
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| You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day
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| I dared to cause this war, maybe we will die therefor
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| Yet i think it is my juliet story
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| Because you are my everything
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| But this beauty leaves the room
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| And my dream seems to be over
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| My tongue is not severed and the end is here
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| Burlesque and splendid i will enter their realm
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| This place should become a burial ground
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| I dared to cause that war and i died therefor
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| But this beauty leaves the room
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| And my dream seems to be over
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| My tongue is not severed and the end is here |