| Cold gaze as I push your hand away
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| All things die as the fallen children near
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| You claimed you’ve changed
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| But an archer never leaves
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| His arrows nesting far out of reach
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| The look that you make
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| When she’s burning at the fire
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| Complete with echoes
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| Of heartless little liars
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| I’ll pretend that you’re gone, gone, gone, gone
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| They will seek their revenge: childless gentlemen
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| Some will say, some will claim they knew better
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| Dark spaces in my mind coveting what’s near
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| The price I pay doesn’t mean a god damn thing to me
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| Malleable, virgin soul, colored from pale to blue
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| Waking to the sounds of birds, the only one’s who knew
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| The look that you make
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| When she’s burning at the fire
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| Complete with echoes
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| Of heartless little liars
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| I’ll pretend that you’re gone, gone, gone, gone
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| They will seek their revenge: childless gentlemen
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| Some will say, some will claim they knew better
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| That they knew better
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| Am I alone?
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| Will I pay for what I’ve done, what I’ve become?
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| Man on a noose exposing his love to you, to you
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| Stitch unsewn; |
| It’s pouring out onto the floor
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| Cataclysmic consequences are dressed in pearls and blue
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| Am I alone?
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| A month away, a decade late
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| You know it’s harder than it looks
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| Take away, obliterate
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| The common thread that you’ve pulled
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| Follow, my love and you’ll be romanticized
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| In your tomb, your time of death
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| Could never be too soon |