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'We protest, we pawn off war.' | |
'I've got a secret, it's on the tip of my toungue.' | |
'You are infactuated, with what consumes you!' | |
'It's not easy make a name for yourself, where do you draw the line?' | |
'The concept of fashion, is the one to blame.' | |
'Hey baby, are you alone tonight? How can we make it?' | |
'Wasting time, all along you were just wasting mine.' | |
'I feel there's something here, but I dont know. My heart beats quicker now, because of you.' | |
'Babble babble, bitch bitch, rebel rebel, party party.' | |
'What's that paintbrush for? Are you preparing to draw me?' | |
| Lyrics | Songs |
'And she screams my name!' | |
'It's in your head! All the voices mistaken!' | |
'The lying, the bleeding, the screaming, was tearing me apart.' | |
'We have to find a better way, out of this tragedy.' | |
'Alright everybody put thier hands up, put 'em in the air and if your not holding a red cup.' | |
'It's hot as hell in here and its making me lose control.' | |
'Come back to me it's almost easy!' | |
'The stage is set, the night explodes.' | |
'This is not, what it is only baby scars. I need your love, like a boy needs his mother's side.' | |
'Listen up sweetie, we all know that your a beautiful girl in this horrible world.' | |
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