| She likes to cut herself
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| Until she doesn’t recognize her face in the mirror
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| She’s walking evidence
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| As the scene of the crime, she sees hollow and
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| Belligerent witness
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| You belong right here baby, sitting in the electric chair
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| We’ll flip the switches that take you to your burning home
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| A haunted castle of brimstone
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| I know you got a deathwish honey, protruding like a broken bone
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| Shot from a cannon, gliding on the dance floor
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| Smelling of menthols and coppertone
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| Heartbreak in the whites of your eyes
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| With pupils bleeding as you cry
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| Sirens scream at the moonlight
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| Because the wolf is on the loose tonight
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| Everyone’s trying to live forever
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| But you’ve got your own agenda
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| That’s what I like about you
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| You might not be here tomorrow
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| Through the champagne glass your face looks like a violent mime
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| Behind the prison bars your last meal is a bitter pill
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| One foot in the grave, and your head inside the lion’s mouth
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| Time keeps on ticking
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| They keep on laughing at you, laughing at you |