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In the middle of a gun fight,
In the center of a restaurant,
They say; "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me, like a bullet
through a flock of doves, to wage this war
against your faith in me. Your life will never
be the same, on your mother's eyes, say a prayer,
say a prayer.
Now, but I can't, and I don't know,
How we're just two men, as God had made us.
Well I can't, well I can, too much, too late,
or just not enough of this, pain in my heart
for your dying wish. I kiss your lips again.
To your room, what they ask of you?
Will make you want to say, 'So long', well, I don't remember.
Why remember you?
Do you have the keys to the hotel? 'Cause I'm gonna string
this motherf*cker on fire.
You know what they do to guys like us in prison.
- My chemical romance.
In the center of a restaurant,
They say; "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me, like a bullet
through a flock of doves, to wage this war
against your faith in me. Your life will never
be the same, on your mother's eyes, say a prayer,
say a prayer.
Now, but I can't, and I don't know,
How we're just two men, as God had made us.
Well I can't, well I can, too much, too late,
or just not enough of this, pain in my heart
for your dying wish. I kiss your lips again.
To your room, what they ask of you?
Will make you want to say, 'So long', well, I don't remember.
Why remember you?
Do you have the keys to the hotel? 'Cause I'm gonna string
this motherf*cker on fire.
You know what they do to guys like us in prison.
- My chemical romance.
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