| I know your type, what you likes
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| A young corpse bride, cold as ice
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| I’m alive but I’m on fire
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| If that’s alright, I want
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
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| And I know that you wanted me like her
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| In the palm of your hand like a lighter
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| All the lights make me want to be lighter
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| I don’t care if I’m wrong, I’m a writer
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| I’m alive, and I’m on fire
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| If that’s alright, I want
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip
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| Killa, killa, what the fuck you gon' do?
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| I’ve got a bullet with your name on it |