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 f*cking tall
Don t let them see your back and
Take
My f*cking 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 f*cking tall
Don t let them see your back and
Take
My f*cking hand
And never
Trust
You said, who put the words in your head
Oh, how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying

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