LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeOur Lady Of Sorrows
We could be perfect one last nightAnd die like star-crossed lovers when we fightAnd we can settle this affairIf you would shed your yellow, take my handAnd then we'll solve the mysteryof laceration gravityThis riddle of revengePplease, understand it has to be this way andStand up fucking tallDon't let them see your backTake my fucking handand never be afraid againWe've only got one chanceto put this at in endAnd cross the patron saint of switchblade fightsYou said we're not celebritiesWe spark and fadeThey die by threesI'll make you understandAnd you can trade me for an apparitionStand up fucking tallDon't let them see your backTake my fucking handand never...Trust, you saidWho put the words in your headOh, how wrong we were to thinkThat immortality meant never dyingStand...Take my fucking hand...Take my fucking...Stand up fucking tallDon't let them see your backTake my fucking handand never be afraid againJust because my hands are around your throat!
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