alas here is your serenade my darling that leaves you speechless and weak
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may it teach you how to feel
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may it remedy your heartlessness
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and may your cries not interrupt this swansong
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this is a call to arms for all who recognize romance as
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as a dying scene
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who'll take it to their graves
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this is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close
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may our hearts burn on
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how dare you weep
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for it's insincerity that trickles down your face
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alas here is your serenade my darling
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and oh what a long time coming it has been
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this cruel lullaby that shall plague your dreams
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and carry me towards revolution
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this is a call to arms for all who recognize romance as
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as a dying scene
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who'll take it to their graves
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this is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close
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may our hearts burn on
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I'll sing for you the threnody of modern romance
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this is a call to arms for all who recognize romance as
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as a dying scene
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who'll take it to their graves
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this is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close
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may our hearts burn on
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A Threnody for Modern Romance
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| It Dies Today |
