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    So just like that you're fucking dead and gone
    You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long
    We built an empire and you took the throne
    But you built it from bayonets and sat there alone
    I hope your queen was worth it
    Do you still serve her on your knees?
    Because you sat when the world was at your feet
    Just slept while we lived the dream

    You won't miss the water
    Till the river runs dry
    You won't miss the sunset
    Till it burns out the sky
    You won't miss what you have
    Till it's finally lost
    But you don't miss a bastard
    When you're bearing his fucking cross

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    Blacklist
    Nothing but a blacklist
    With friends like you
    There's no need for enemies
    With friends like you
    There's no need for anything

    Blacklist
    You're nothing but a blacklist

    Well, truth be told
    I'm a little bit gutted
    I mean you were always a prick
    But we still seemed to love you
    We started this together and it should have stuck
    But there's no room for a useless, miserable fuck
    Well I know I was a cunt in the final days
    It just filled me with venom, filled me with rage
    To see someone not give a shit
    Despite of all of this
    I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck
    I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
    You're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
    We're finished breaking our bones, dragging dead fucking weight

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    Composición: Matt Kean, Lee Malia, Oli Sykes, Mat Nicholls y Jona Weinhofen

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