| Her lies match her dress
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| Beautiful, white and just about harmless
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| And his eyes speak his past
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| Colorful, wild and totally ruthless
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| Oh this bed and this mess
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| Were both made
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| Were both made in silence
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| In a fight to the death
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| Where these broken promises fix bayonnettes
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| Oh and he said
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| «This is your, this is your
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| Nightmare
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| This is your fairytale love
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| Your fairytale love
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| Oh this is your, this is your
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| Nightmare
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| This is your very own love
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| Your very own love»
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| And that look in your eye
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| Is certain to try and divide us
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| As the sun in it’s sky
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| Is threatening, is threatening violence
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| Oh and he said
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| «This is your, this is your
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| Nightmare
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| This is your fairytale love
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| Your fairytale love
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| Oh this is your, this is your
|
| Nightmare
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| This is your very own love
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| Your very own love
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| Oh this is your
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| Night»
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| She said
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| «How will I
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| Get along»
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| She said
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| «How will I
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| Get along»
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| And he said
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| «This is your, this is your
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| Nightmare
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| This is your fairytale love
|
| Your fairytale love
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| Oh this is your, this is your
|
| Nightmare
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| This is your very own love
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| Your very own love
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| Oh this is your
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| Night
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| Oh this is your
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| Night» |