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On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
the this thing turned out so evil
i don't know why I'm still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
but you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind
now there's gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
in this tug of war, you'll always win
even when I'm right, cause you feed
me fables from your hand with violent
words and empty threats and it's sick
that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied
so maby I'm a masochist I try to run
but I don't wanna ever leave
till the walls are goin' up in smoke
with all our memories
the future seemed so bright
the this thing turned out so evil
i don't know why I'm still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
but you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind
now there's gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
in this tug of war, you'll always win
even when I'm right, cause you feed
me fables from your hand with violent
words and empty threats and it's sick
that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied
so maby I'm a masochist I try to run
but I don't wanna ever leave
till the walls are goin' up in smoke
with all our memories
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