Put your heart out on a lim
tell yourself you´re ready - let them in
they come marchin', torches blazing
my dear, what where you chasing?
with their knife they cut you deep
with mouth shut, you silently weep
Here comes the encore
honey, can you take more?
Trampled on the ground
still you make no sound
They tire and discard the knife
my sweet, you lead a tragic life
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