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Hurtful words,
from my enemies of the last five years.
What's it like to die alone?
How does it feel when tears freeze,
when you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.
Sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette.
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Out from the window see her backdrop silhouette.
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. (x2)
Something I cannot forget.
So for now,
take this down a notch.
Crash my car through your window.
Make sure you're still alive,
just in time to kill you.
Sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette.
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Out from the window see her backdrop silhouette.
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. (x2)
Something I cannot forget.
I can't take this, take any more.
I can't take this, take any more.
I cannot feel what you've done to me.
(I can't take this, take any more.) (x2)
What you've done to me.
So for now,
take this down a notch.
Crash my car through your window.
Sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette.
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Out from the window see her backdrop silhouette.
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. (x2)
Something I cannot forget.
Hurtful words,
from my enemies of the last five years.
What's it like to die alone?
How does it feel when tears freeze,
when you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.
Sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette.
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Out from the window see her backdrop silhouette.
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. (x2)
Something I cannot forget.
So for now,
take this down a notch.
Crash my car through your window.
Make sure you're still alive,
just in time to kill you.
Sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette.
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Out from the window see her backdrop silhouette.
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. (x2)
Something I cannot forget.
I can't take this, take any more.
I can't take this, take any more.
I cannot feel what you've done to me.
(I can't take this, take any more.) (x2)
What you've done to me.
So for now,
take this down a notch.
Crash my car through your window.
Sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette.
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Out from the window see her backdrop silhouette.
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. (x2)
Something I cannot forget.
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