i know you're cold but i've seen it before i'll take a chance on the wine your starched white lips introvenous she drips in fear of turning blind hair to grey and some guys say shows you're shows you're growing old do it again i can't explain the light sure seems cold feel the pain it leaves no stain feel the pain the name of the game drop some blues time to choose why your heart is just a stabbing bloody eyes can't describe the nature of your hacking back to front the blade tastes blunt in the safety of your bedroom no desire to touch the fire it's just a just a sad obsession feel the pain it leaves no stain (leaves no stain) feel the pain the name of the game feel the pain it leaves no stain (leaves no stain) feel the pain the name of the game feel the pain feel the pain feel the pain feel the pain feel the pain feel the pain
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