album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love (2002)
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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 think 
That immortality meant never dying 
Stand 
Take My fucking hand 
TAKE MY F*CKING HAND! 
Stand 
up fucking tall 
don't let them see your back 
Take my fucking hand and never be afraid again 
GET ME NOW, MY HANDS AROUND YOU THROAT!

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