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We could be perfect one last night. And die like 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 mistery of laceration gravity. This riddle of revenge, please understand 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 only got one chance to put things at an end, and cross the patronsaint of switchblade fights. You said we're not celebrities, we speak and fade, they die by threes. I'll make you understand, and you can trade me for an appararition. 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. How how wrong we were to think, that immortality meant never die .