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Текст песни
Holding hands, we're at the altar, but this isn't what it seems
What is lurking like a wedding's really just a murder scene
I killed myself the day I met you, made a vow with the disease
Now I don't feel like I'm myself, unless I hurt
And I believe that you are all that I deserve
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