Can we, Can we kill each other quickly, Quick enough so I won't feel it? A shot of strobe light anesthesia and I'll be fine 'Cause I'm beginning to feel cold. My hands are shaking from fear, White from clutching my pride, red from cutting you And blue from telling lies. 'Cause I'm sick of the stabbing, I'm sick of the breaking I'm sick of the bleeding until we fall down. Sick of this circle of death that we dance through again And again, just lay me in the ground Let's fall asleep together, hold me darling 'cause I'm scared, And I can't do this alone. But I need your heartbeat to haunt me, your cold lips to breathe, A promise that tomorrow we'll wake up somewhere new.
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you got that james dean day dream look in ur eye n i got that red lip classic thing that u like and wen we go crashing down we come back evry time cuz we never go out of style
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