| You went and put salt in my drink
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| Now I’m cross, you got nothing to say
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| You give me the gun and I think I’m a mess
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| And I need you to stay
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| Why must I be the angry one
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| I won’t cry, fine line between our love
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| I can’t speak but you ask
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| What have I done?
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| Sit outside from this ring system cover me in dust
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| Where magic lies with a fool’s wisdom just below the cross
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| I faction you to lay your soul on mystic death wars
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| To bring the songs of cherubim
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| Into your empty head
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| And if our rapport is so sour
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| You’re a big bank and I owe you
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| I’ll take your silence as a sign
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| You’re a big shot but who needs who?
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| Why must I be the angry one
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| I won’t cry, fine line between our love
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| I can’t speak but you ask
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| What have I done?
|
| Sit outside from this ring system cover me in dust
|
| Where magic lies with a fool’s wisdom just below the cross
|
| I faction you to lay your soul on mystic death wars
|
| To bring the songs of cherubim
|
| Into your empty head
|
| Sit outside from this ring system cover me in dust
|
| Where magic lies with a fool’s wisdom just below the cross
|
| I faction you to lay your soul on mystic death wars
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| To bring the songs of cherubim
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| Into your empty head |