It's cold outside¡¦
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And red lips are falling from the sky
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You say ¡®I do¡¯ I say ¡®never say die¡¯
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It's raining long legs, and lingerie
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I caught a cold from the all of the lies.
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Emotion is nothing but commotion in your tea party of un-affection.
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Kisses of death, there¡¯s blood on our hands. Red lips are telling bloody secrets.
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Our lips are dripping with blood.
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We cut the tongues from our mouths and tied them on poles.
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We wave them like flags as a sign that we surrender our hopes.
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Disposable language is nothing more than a typical scapegoat.
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For me and you were too blind to see the lies
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I talk without words; I walk without step.
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My forced communication mutates into an ugly form of regret.
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Just as you were walking away
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I was painting a mental picture that I soon plan to break.
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We cant forget to feed my pet scapegoat¡¦
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Yeah, I saw it coming from a thousand miles away.
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Does that mean that it wasn¡¯t worth it? Well, it wasn¡¯t worth it today.
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Its cold outside and even colder inside my mind.
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I guess your blood went cold, when the love died.
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You¡¯re a killer. But still I wanna say thanks for the ride.
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I crossed my fingers and stitched them together
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I thought I could keep my pet scapegoat forever and ever
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We walk 20 paces and then we both turn,
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rip our fake guns from skin holsters and start shooting
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each other with bullets made of words.
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the only thing that really hurts are the sticks and stones
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When you¡¯re using our corpses as scarecrows, please remember to tell our families to pick up what¡¯s left of our clothes and bones.
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Not all talk is cheap just out talk is cheap; our conversation about love would be placed in the free pile at a garage sale. Because love ain't a religion. Our love was science fiction.
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There¡¯s no such thing as something that never happened.
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¡°Corresponding shapes,¡± Sang the owl with the crooked face.
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Because love ain't a religion!
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Our love was science ficiton!
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Red Lips Tell Bloody Secrets
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| The Crinn |
