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Down from the bottom of your arm... up to the back of your skull... you try and fight it but you just can't take control, yeah...
And i think that i could be just like you. no! i know i could die a sinner like you... running from a heart.

Where were you and all your guns?
Leave it to me to be the one to pick you up.
This could be love.
Burn the bridges built by broken hearts you've shrined
And separate the swine.

Abscess, veins you've ripped apart... skin-pop the rush to the heart... you try and hide it but the scars forever show, yeah.
And i think that i could be just like you. no! i know i could die a sinner like you... running from a heart.

Where were you and all your guns?
Leave it to me to be the one to pick you up.
This could be love.
Burn the bridges built by broken hearts you've shrined
And separate the swine.

You can run but you can't hide. those that lives and those that die. if you happen to survive millions and millions of people cry. (2x)

Where were you and all your guns?
Leave it to me to be the one to pick you up.
This could be love.
Burn the bridges built by broken hearts you've shrined
And separate the swine. (2x)