| A subway cries out, «somewhere there’s
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| A place for us» my belle, my baby
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| A fantasy about your dreams
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| By train arrives to overwhelm you
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| Done tearing out my hair, I wanna tear you up
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| Done running from the sun, I’m gonna run you down
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| And I’ll never ask again, this is a violent game
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| I’ll never ask again
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| Relentlessness could get you off
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| I’ll find you whether lost or hidden
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| When fantasies about your dreams
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| Succumb to anything forbidden
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| Done wearing out my head, I wanna wear you out
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| Done breaking like a shell, I’m gonna break you in
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| And I’ll never ask again, this is a violent game
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| I’ll never ask again
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| Oh, how can my love be so slow and so swift to hurt you?
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| Oh, how can your love be so strong and swiftly desert you?
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| Compare me to bygone bouquets
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| I’ll triumph any phantom vampire
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| Like scumbags in the light of day
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| I’ll trample them like forest wildfires
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| Done fainting in stairways
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| I’m gonna paint your face
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| Done asking for a shot
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| I’m gonna shoot you down
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| And I’ll never ask again
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| This is a violent game
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| I’ll never ask again
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| This is a violent game
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| I’m changing my statement
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| This is a violent game
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| I’m changing my statement
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| This is a violent game
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| I’m changing my statement
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| This is a violent game
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| I’m changing my statement
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| Violent
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it |