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this night, walk the dead in a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates in the dress your husband hates, way down, mark the grave where the search lights find us drinking by the mausoleum door and they found you on the bathroom floor. i miss you, i miss you so far and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard. back home, off the run, singing songs that make you slit your wrists, it isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun, so i won't stop dying, won't stop lying, if you want i'll keep on crying, did you get what you deserve? is this what you always want me for? i miss you, i miss you so far and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard.

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some people watch, some people pray but even lights can fade away, some people hope, some people pay but why'd we have to stay? cause even heroes get the blues or any misery you choose, you like to watch, we like to use and we were born to lose. choose defeat, i walk away and leave this place the same today, some like to sleep, we like to play, just look at all that pain.

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to your room, what they ask of you, will make you want to say, so long, well, i don't remember, why remember you? do you have the keys to the hotel cause i'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire. life is but a dream for the dead and well i, i won't go down by myself but i'll go down with my friends.

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they all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost, my cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups but nobody cares if you're losing yourself, am i losing myself? well i miss my mom, will they give me the chair or lethal injection or swing from a rope if you dare, ah, nobody knows all the trouble i've seen.

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in the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant, they say, "come with your arms raised high" well, they're never gonna get me, like a bullet through a flock of doves to wage this war against your faith in me, your life will never be the same on your mother's eyes, say a prayer, say a prayer. now, but i can't and i don't know, how we're just two men as god had made us, well i can't, well i can, too much, too late, or just not enough of this, pain in my heart for your dying wish, i'll kiss your lips again.

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