In her elegant distress
I hear a faint and fleeting call
From a sweetheart in mid-swoon So now I know I've seen it all

Amongst the masses of the saints
I chose the subtle rules to play
And through the church's holy craze
She's the devil with the vile grace
And Brown eyed

I stare at your pictures way too much
But i can't have what I can't touch
If I concentrate hard enough
I might fill your eyes with lust

I'm tired of searching through the words
Cause I wrote them all down before
I scream them out and hope to be heard
I'll stitch up that heart you tore

Fight off the guns
I wanna have funs with you
Bombs away
My heart will explode in two
Fight off the guns
I wanna have fun with you
End the day
My love has died with you

So I'm leaving now
So I'm leaving now

The call to arms is estranged and dull
A happy day, we never saw
They contemplate the genocide
As feelings fall on the countryside

My skin is left to crawl asleep
But in my wildest fantasies
Always a nightmare away from me
Are we what they call a dream

Fight off the guns
I wanna have funs with you
Bombs away
My heart will explode in two
Fight off the guns
I wanna have fun with you
End the day
My love has died with you

So I'm leaving now
So I'm leaving now


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