We could be perfect one last night,

And die like star crossed lovers when we fight.

And we can settle this affair,

If you would shed your yellow.

Take my hand and then

We'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity,

This riddle of revenge.

Please understand that it has to be this way and

Stand

Up fucking tall,

Don't let them see your back and

Take

My fucking hand,

And never be afraid again.

We've only got one chance to put things at an end,

And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights.

You said,

We're not celebrities,

We spark and fade,

They die by threes.

I'll make you

Understand,

And you can trade me for an apparation

Stand

Up fucking tall,

Don't let them see your back and

Take

My fucking hand,

And never

Trust.

You said, who put the words in your head?

Oh how wrong we were to thinkg

That immortality meant never dying.



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