wipe that grin right off your face
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and focus your attention, on the blood you taste
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now you tell me about your sorrow
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for you won't live to see tomorrow
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far from soon
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far from home
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how sweet it was to have you here
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for more than one time this year
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these deep wounds have yet to heal
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this dying heart is oh so real
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far from soon
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far from home
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i won't rest until i see
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a thousand fallen angels line these streets
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prepare yourself for this jarring scene
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the end of this rivalry
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A Softened Suicide
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| Versus The Mirror |
