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WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM YOUR LIPS
WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM YOUR KISS
WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM YOUR FISTS
YOUR FISTS
YOUR FISTS

Leave me BLEEDING on the bed,
See you right here tomorrow
For the next round,
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the BRUISES turn to yellow,
The SWELLING goes down.
And if you`re EVER around in the CITY or the suberbs of this town,
Be SURE to COME around.
I`ll be wallowing in SORROW,
Wearing a FROWN
Like Pierrot the Clown

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