| I’ll pretend my heart’s not on fire
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| If you steal my true love’s name
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| Broke down subway in this city of spires
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| Tape your picture over his in the frame
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| We’ll imagine we’re sleeping revolvers
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| Shotgun wedding in a strange SoHo
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| Our chambers hold silvery collars
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| Gun down werewolves wherever we go
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| We gun down werewolves wherever we go
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| Midnight phone calls in the back of a mustang
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| Creased white pages torn right from the spine
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| Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
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| You always hoped one day you’d be mine
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| Threw our fathers on funeral pyres
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| I’m not sure we were playing a game
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| Busted gasket in a field full of liars
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| No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
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| No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
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| Young blood
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| Young bone
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| Old ghosts
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| Go home
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| Band of gold with a diamond implied
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| You wrote letters that you never sent
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| I made promises I’ll always deny
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| Now we’ll never know what the other meant
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| Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk
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| Lost the chance to wind the key
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| Roosters are nothing but clucking clockwork
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| Our fears are only what we tell them to be
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| Our fears are only what we tell them to be
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| Drown the last of our matches
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| Burn the rest of each other
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| You were strongest when I ached for breath
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| Through the thick of smoke we’ll finally smother
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| Young blood
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| Young bone
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| Old ghosts
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| Go home |