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Ce titre est extrait de l'album : I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Année de sortie : 2002  |  Label : Warner 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 thinking
That immortality meant never dying.

Stand...
Take my fucking hand...
Take my fucking...

Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
Take my fucking hand
and never be afraid again

(Screams)
Just because my hand's around your throat!

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