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My Chemical Romance I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. 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 fellow. Take my hand and then. We'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity. This riddle of revenge. Please understand 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 apparition. 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 think. That immortality meant never dying. |
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