put on those looks that kill. on the dance floor you meet eyes. oh, what a beautiful thrill. oh, what a fool-proof disguise. worse than murder of a queen and king. plans are premeditated. they'll claim is "redrum" and sing. tonight it's celebrated. our "love 'em and leave" nation stumbled upon its darkest hour. reached and ripped out our cold, cold hearts. smiling, it hands her dead flowers.
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