| If I’m not mistaken,
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| I’ve murdered you twice before, my dear
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| It’s true, my dear,
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| You’ve smeared my blood like a whore’s mascara
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| It was the right thing to do at the time
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| It was the right thing to do at the time
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| You stabbed me one, two, three, four times
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| Then I snapped my fingers and I made you mine
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| Separate the skin from bone
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| Separate the flesh from soul
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| Tonight you’re mine completely, baby
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| Tonight you’ll be my only one
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| If I’m not mistaken
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| I’ve torn your heart out three times now
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| It’s true, my dear
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| You tore me up like a boy made of paper
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| It was the right thing to do at the time
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| It was the right thing to do at the time
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| You cut me one, two, three, four times
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| And I cried out, «you're never gonna see me again»
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| Separate the skin from bone
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| Separate the flesh from soul
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| Tonight you’re mine completely, baby
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| Tonight you’ll be my only one
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| Tonight
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| If I’m not mistaken, I’ve murdered you twice before, my dear
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| If I’m not mistaken, I’ve torn your heart out three times now
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| Separate the life from blood
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| Devastate the ones you love
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| Separate the skin from bone
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| Separate the life from soul
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| Tonight you’re mine completely, baby
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| Tonight you’ll be the only one
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| Tonight you’re mine completely, baby
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| Tonight you’ll be my only one
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| Tonight
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| Tonight
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| Tonight
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| Tonight
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| Tonight |