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I felt a sharp pain in my finger,
A drop of blood spilt in a tincture,
(Home, home)
Home is a bitter word,
I ran away covered in stingers,
I ran away to be a lounge singer,
(Oh, oh)
Into the lonely night

Here’s a funny story that grew out of tragedy,
I was the king of bad luck, she was the queen of no sleep,
Every haunted lover will come to know both our names,
Bleeding from life on the run, but royalty runs in our veins

She made a name shooting from cannons,
All out of breath, demanding an answer,
(Why? Why?)
Into the lonely night,
The ringing bells, another disaster,
Condemned to life attached to her master,
(Run, run)
Out to the desert lights

Here’s a funny story that grew out of tragedy,
I was the king of bad luck, she was the queen of no sleep,
Every haunted lover will come to know both our names,
Bleeding from life on the run, but royalty runs in our veins


Lyrics submitted by totem5sk

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