We could be perfect one last night
And look 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 it has to be this way and
-Chorus-
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
Take my fucking hand
and never be afraid again
We've only got once chance to put this at in 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 apparition
-Chorus-
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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