| Tell a story about love
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| What lovers find
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| A story of possession
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| Oh, the killing kind
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| He went out guns a-blazing
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| His shirt ragged in the wind
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| I watched him delicately frazzled
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| His lights, they slowly dimmed
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| Not cold at all, it’s my daemon talking
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| Feeling so bold, it’s my sugar talking
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| This love is fatal, but oh so sublime
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| A love that’s killing, this love is the killing kind
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| I have been taken, I have been blind
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| This love is killing, this love is the killing kind
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| Sticky situation
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| I’ve been here before
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| Butter up that greasy wheel
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| And go singing like a whore
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| You wanna hear about the honey?
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| You wanna hear about the game?
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| When you look into her darkness
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| Baby’s got a sense of pain
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| Not cold at all, it’s my daemon talking
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| Feeling so bold, it’s my sugar talking
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| This love is fatal, but oh so sublime
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| A love that’s killing, this love is the killing kind
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| I have been taken, I have been blind
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| This love is killing, this love is the killing kind |