| Love’s checkered past
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| Is littered with violent acts
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| And the blood that fills countless baths
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| Each drop drawn in her name
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| In this modern age
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| The image of valor has changed
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| But I’m ready and willing to wage
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| A gut-wrenched war
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| For a minute of your time
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| I’m done playing stone-paper-scissors
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| Going to grab that stone and bring 'em all down with it
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| Steal those scissors and cut some throats
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| Put pen to the paper and I’ll write you a note
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| I won’t get in line
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| I will not wait for this
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| With my bare hands I kill
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| Just to be candlelit
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| With you
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| I have no checkered past
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| I’ve never been a violent man
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| Well maybe you’ve changed all that
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| Each scar I carve is in your name
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| So let the suitors come
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| I can see them off, one by one
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| Open every last artery up
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| Just for a second of your time
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| Oh
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| I’m done playing stone-paper-scissors
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| Going to take that stone and bring 'em all down with it
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| Steal those scissors and cut some throats
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| Put pen to the paper and I’ll write you a note
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| I won’t get in line
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| I will not wait for this
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| With my bare hands I kill
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| Just for the privilege
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| Look at the blood bath
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| Look at the mess I have made
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| With my bare hands I kill
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| Just to be candlelit
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| With you
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| Oh I’d kill for one
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| I’d kill for one night candlelit
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| I’d kill for one
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| I’d kill for one night candlelit |