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My Chemical Romance - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love |
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Our Lady Of Sorrows
We could be perfect one last night,
And die like star crossed lovers when we fight
And we can settle this affair,
If you would shed your yellow
Take my hand and then
We'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity,
This riddle of revenge
Please understand that it has to be this way and
Stand
Up fucking tall,
Don't let them see your back and
Take
My fucking hand,
And never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put things at an end,
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said,
We're not celebrities,
We spark and fade,
They die by threes
I'll make you
Understand,
And you can trade me for an apparation
Stand
Up fucking tall,
Don't let them see your back and
Take
My fucking hand,
And never
Trust
You said, who put the words in your head?
Oh how wrong we were to thinkg
That immortality meant never dying
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