Love. Blood. War.
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Desire. Deceit. Control.
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There¡¯s no one here for everyone.
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Just stick around until I¡¯m gone.
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I love you so, it hurts.
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For whatever that it¡¯s worth.
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And all the dark will fade away.
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The rumors and the lies.
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And no one will remember if you even said goodbye.
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What¡¯s the point in dying
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When the world thinks you¡¯re already dead?
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What¡¯s the point in crying
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With the rain beating down on your head?
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Greed. Hate. Lust.
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Divine. Disgust. Distrust.
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Happiness comes in a pill,
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off a fifteen story windowsill.
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You long until I die,
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or at least until I try.
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The afterworks told me nothing.
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Our problem still persists.
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So think about the stories,
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and the bullshit that you¡¯ll miss.
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What¡¯s the point in dying
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When the world thinks you¡¯re already dead?
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What¡¯s the point in crying
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With the rain beating down on your head?
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What¡¯s the point in lying
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If no one believes what you say?
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What¡¯s the point in dying
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If you¡¯re already dead anyway?
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If you¡¯re already dead anyway?
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If you¡¯re already dead anyway?
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I hope you will remember me at least say so to comfort me.
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You say goodbye so easily. It¡¯s now or never.
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It may seem really pitiful, but life became too beautiful.
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The pain of love unbearable. It¡¯s now or never.
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Gone forever.
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The Point
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| Marilyn Manson |
