| I am cocked and loaded
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| Only shooting blanks
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| Nothing that would put a hole in
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| You or your precious heart
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| That’s right, I’m yours for the taking
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| I’ll put up a front
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| They won’t even know I’m faking
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| It’s not just my bones
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| It’s my heart that you’re breaking
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| Or so you seem to be tonight…
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| Last dance, second chance
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| Last chance left to dance
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| My idea of romance
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| My lack of innocence
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| Really makes no difference
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| Here and now
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| I am ripe for the plucking
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| Ready to take a dive
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| Throw the fight, you’ll be so lucky
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| It’s not just my heart
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| It’s my soul that you’re sucking
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| Or so you seem to be tonight…
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| Last dance, second chance
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| Last chance left to dance
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| Or so you seem to be tonight…
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| Last dance, second chance
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| Last chance left to dance
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| Last dance, second chance
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| Last chance left to dance
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| Even when there’s blood on my hands
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| Last dance, second chance
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| Last chance left to dance
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| Last dance, second chance
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| Last chance left to dance |