Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And anda never had a chance
Love it, atau leave it, anda can't understand
A pretty face, but anda do so carry on,
and on,
and on
I wouldn't front the scene if anda paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll...
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