| We take a bath, we get dressed up, we hit the club for a dance, we shake some
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| hands, get back in my car, we’re both on the road by10
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| I watch the moon turn red, I crank some early Zep, I hear your laughter dawdle
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| behind me, I feel your sick breath on my neck
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| You hurt me, yeah you did
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| I bite my tongue, I fix my tie, adjusting my eyes to the moon. |
| Every shadow now
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| perfectly gaping, dressing your face like a wound
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| Coveting life as a wolf, hopelessly selfish alone. |
| Without your barrel under my
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| chin, I take a good look at your throat
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| I’m gonna hurt you, yeah I will
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| I slam my foot on the brakes going eighty, every vacant behind us exploding
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| I lift your face off the dash, you gurgle and spit then you ask
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| «Am I the monster you fear in your nightmares or is it the poltergeist seen in
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| your mirror?»
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| All I can do is laugh for all the youth that we had
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| I pull the car off the road, I pull you out the window
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| I drag you through the rugged stones, I hear the cruel snaps in your bones
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| I ask you if you ever loved me, all you say is «Please.»
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| That’s not what I want, that’s not what you’ll get, I cry while you beg on your
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| knees
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| I can’t forgive you, you won’t forgive me
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| Baby I thought this was it, I thought we’d be better than this
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| I thought about moonlighting gangsters, some Bonnie and Clyde type of shit
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| Awful antics aside, I’m choosing a suicide
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| Gripping my legs, my tears in your hair, I feel our smug faith rob us blind
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| It’s not what I wanted but it’s what we deserve
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| Every angel, in every tear drop, every little ghost that we drank
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| Screaming for a brief conclusion, a massive plate of blood that we are
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| We used to think we were young but now all we are are wolves
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| We had it coming, with our eager stomachs, I ruined us both over love
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| Depart from the horror-filled nightmares of blood we spilled, our souls we gave
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| to the wind
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| Depart from the qeres root, your business and leisure suit; |
| turn all your fears
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| to the wind
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| Scream «Save me, I’m cold.»
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| Depart from the youth we build on summers and horror films, give up our bones
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| to the wind
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| Depart from our endlessness, our friendly unfriendliness; |
| embers blown out in
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| the wind
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| If we got 'em, save our souls |