| Take your shot for the lovers of a generation
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| Honey, every little thing you do
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| Is a ghost of your imagination
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| And don't tell the groom that we all find him such a dirty mess
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| Scare him straight and tear apart his head below (Below)
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| His favorite moon
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| All your fault and it's such a funny revelation
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| That you're lonely in a crowded room?
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| When it should have been a celebration
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| Late for excuses, I walk in and tell you that you're dead
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| Cross my heart and bury you in lead below (Below)
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| A lassoed moon
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| Ransoms and phantoms won't save you tonight
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| Tell me, why?
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| Why'd you call me again?
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| Why'd you leave me for dead?
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| Why'd you take your revenge?
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| Oh, darling
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| Don't look back and live a happy ever after
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| With dirt caked in your nails
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| And the screams of your surrender become a distant squeal
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| My heart is black and beating in a jail
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| Hell is scary and Hell is real, my love (My love)
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| I wish we knew
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| Ransoms and phantoms won't save you tonight
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| Tell me, why?
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| Why'd you call me again?
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| Why'd you leave me for dead?
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| Why'd you take your revenge?
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| Oh, darling
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you feel it, darling?
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| Why?
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| Why'd you call me again?
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| Why'd you leave me for dead?
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| Why'd you take your revenge?
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| Oh, tell me |