| Call the curse in the cradle
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| Lovely mother, unstable
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| Daddy gone, under the table
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| But you found the song in your heart
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| So you learn how to fight, how to starve, how to survive
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| But when the others blocked your light you learned to see beyond the stars
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| The curse of small desires
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| Easily acquired
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| It’s time to set your gasoline heart on fire
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| Kill your demons, kill em dead
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| In your mirror, in your bed
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| In your heart, in your head
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| Don’t you look good in red?
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| Slay your devils, kill em all
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| Take your throne, paint the walls
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| And if you make it out alive, hold that bloody head up high
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| Don’t you look good in red?
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| Don’t you look good in red?
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| There’s a movie on those planes (?)
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| You cut your hair, changed your name
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| Left a notice you escaped — to thine own self be true
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| If there was no gold in those hills, no platinum in those pretty pills
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| Just werewolves tossing dollar bills in the wide dark sea of Malibu
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| The curse of small desires
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| Easily acquired
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| It’s time to set your gasoline heart on fire
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| Kill your demons, kill em dead
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| In your mirror, in your bed
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| In your heart, in your head
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| Don’t you look good in red?
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| Slay your devils, kill em all
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| Take your throne, paint the walls
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| And if you make it out alive, hold that bloody head up high
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| Don’t you look good in red?
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| Don’t you look good in red?
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| No one’s coming to save you
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| No one’s coming to save you
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| Swing that sword that you made with your pain that they gave you like the pain
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| is gonna save you
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| The pain is gonna save you
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| Kill your demons, kill em dead
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| In your mirror, in your bed
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| In your heart, in your head
|
| Don’t you look good in red?
|
| Slay your devils, kill em all
|
| Take your throne, paint the walls
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| And if you make it out alive, hold that bloody head up high
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| Don’t you look good in red?
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| Don’t you look good in red? |