| Well I will fight to stay your execution
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| Well I would die to save your soul
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| We’ve seen trouble and fiery waters
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| And the evil locked to our hearts of gold
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| Yes sometimes you’re an abomination
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| Yes sometimes you bury me
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| Well in our grave composition
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| Rotten fingers on my hand
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| Promise me that in the end
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| We will find our true love again
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| Well I have seen all that we have broken
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| I’ve seen the frames, I’ve felt the shame
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| But I’ve seen magic fly from your fingers
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| And shows light, shines more than we believe
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| In this old town you’re an abomination
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| Yes sometimes you bury me
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| Well in our grave composition
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| Rotten fingers on my hand
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| Promise me that in the end
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| We will find our true love again
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| Well in our grave composition
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| La da da… |