I saw the disappointment from across your face.
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A mark of solitude.
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So here's to giving in.
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Your eyes have betrayed you.
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And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day I've met you.
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Disarm with a smile.
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Your eyes Betrayed me.
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String me another line as your knife severs my spine.
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The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin.
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And as your new face runs I count the seconds till your gone.
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As your new face runs I count the seconds until you're fucking gone.
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Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy.
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We cannot breathe from your choking hands.
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Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies.
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Returning for your heart.
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Returning for your fucking heart.
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Murder is on the air tonight.
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Guns For Show, Knives For A Pro
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