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Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on
I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me
I'm
just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red of the rose on your coffin
door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor
You'll never make me leave
I wear
this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all you poison
And give me all your
pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never
kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a
gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpeant sun
It ain't the
mark or the scar that makes you one,
and run,
and run,
and run
You'll never make me leave
I wear this
on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You
wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus
x2]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make
me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
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