| In muddy grass we stand side by side
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| With our knuckles interlocked
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| Black dresses flood the cemetery
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| In this cliche tragedy
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| Just do as you’re instructed and…
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| Take this razor and cut your palms
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| I’ll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow
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| Now drip your ruby red over the casket
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| A funeral for my once loved youth
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| My secret is fatally gorgeous
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| I’d die for you
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| But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance
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| Tell me what would you do?
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| My secret is fatally gorgeous
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| I’d die for you
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| But when your precious life is at stake
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| Tell me would you die for me too?
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| The quivering liquids in your stomach
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| Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you
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| A real character in the story of your now distant life
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| Goodnight and goodbye, quickly
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| In gentle greens we stand side by side
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| With your head buried in my chest
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| Black veils send me shivering
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| The fear that part of me is dying
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| Just do as you’re instructed and…
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| Take this razor and cut your palms
|
| I’ll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow
|
| Now drip your ruby red over the casket
|
| A funeral for my once loved youth
|
| My secret is fatally gorgeous
|
| I’d die for you
|
| But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance
|
| Tell me what would you do?
|
| My secret is fatally gorgeous
|
| I’d die for you
|
| But when your precious life is at stake
|
| Tell me would you die for me too?
|
| The quivering liquids in your stomach
|
| Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you
|
| A real character in the story of your now distant life
|
| Goodnight and goodbye, quickly, quickly
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| Goodbyes are said and roses thrown
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| And the crowd starts to weep
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| But the irony of the story is when I fell to my knees
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| And began clawing at the dirt in front of the tombstone
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| Of my bashful childhood
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| With you by my side, you’re screaming at the
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| Top of your lungs, «let it go»
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| And I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
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| «The ceremony was not proper, there was not enough people,
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| And who picked the music?
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| Those melodies almost made me physically sick»
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| My secret is fatally gorgeous
|
| I’d die for you
|
| But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance
|
| Tell me what would you do?
|
| My secret is fatally gorgeous
|
| I’d die for you
|
| But when your precious life is at stake
|
| Tell me would you die for me too?
|
| The quivering liquids in your stomach
|
| Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you
|
| A real character in the story of your now distant life
|
| Goodnight and goodbye, quickly
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| Goodnight and goodbye, quickly |