This is not love
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this is not even worth a point of view
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in echo park i
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pause for effect and whisper "Who are you?"
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They crawl out of their holes for me
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and i die; you die
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hear them laugh
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watch them turn on me
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and i die; you die
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see my scars they call me such things
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tear me tear me tear me
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now i've got your names
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screaming "You will suffer!" and "It's all too late"
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now i'll tell you
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does everything stop when the old time fails?
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they crawl out of their holes for me
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and i die; you die
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hear them laugh watch them turn on me
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and i die; you die
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see my scars, they call me such things
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tear me tear me tear me
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I Die; You Die
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