| You had demons to kill within you screaming
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| With a gun loaded with guilt, you opened their eyes
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| Love preys the living and praises the dead
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| In the heart of our hearts, by death, we were wed
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| Bleed well the soul you’re about to sell, for passion deranged
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| Kiss and tell; |
| baby, we’re bleeding well
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| Bleed well the heart you’re about to fail, for reasons insane
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| Kill and tell; |
| baby, we’re bleeding well
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| In hell
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| «No love lost under her will,» I heard you weeping
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| And on those words, a church was built to keep the pain in
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| If death is the answer to love’s mysteries
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| Then bleed on, my darling, to the sound of a dream
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| Bleed well the soul you’re about to sell, for passion deranged
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| Kiss and tell; |
| baby, we’re bleeding well
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| Bleed well the heart you’re about to fail, for reasons insane
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| Kill and tell; |
| baby, we’re bleeding well
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| In hell
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| Oh, we’re dying in hell, hell, hell
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| We’re bleeding well in hell |