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Sister, I'm not much a poet but a criminal
and you never had a chance. love it or leave it
you can't understand. a pretty face but you do so
carry on. I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me. On and
on. Love is the red, the rose on your coffin door
What's life like bleeding on the floor? You'll never
make me leave. I wear this on my sleeve. Give
me a reason to believe. So gimme all your poison
and gimme all your pills. And gimme all your hopeless
hearts and make me ill. you're running after
something that you'll never kill. If this is what you
want, then fire at will. Preach all you want but who's
gonna save me? I keep a gun on the book you gave
me. Hallelujah lock and load. Black is the kiss the
touch of a serpent son. It ain't the mark or the scar
that makes you one. Fire at Will.
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