| I’m the devil in your dream, the bull in your ring
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| The thorn in your throat from a dozen I left you
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| Love will kill us all someday
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| The cause of your cruelty, the crack in your spine
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| You’re changing your walk and I hate that I’ve hurt you
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| Love will kill us all someday
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| But I won’t let you drown as we suffer the storm
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| So call me what you will, I’ll still be there in the morning
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| At the changing of the ghosts
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| The changing of the ghosts
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| I’m the crutch that you’re kissing, the crease in your brow
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| The canvas is crowded, we can’t paint a thing now
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| Love will kill us all someday
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| I’m the monster inside your head
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| The reason you can’t come to bed
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| It’s fight or fuck now
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| Love will kill us all someday
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| But I won’t let you drown as we suffer the storm
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| So call me what you will, I’ll still be there in the morning
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| I won’t let you drown as we suffer the storm
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| So call me what you will, I’ll still be there in the morning
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| At the changing of the ghosts
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| At the changing of the ghosts |