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What will it matter then |
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When the sky's not blue but blazing red |
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The fact that I simply love you |
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When all our dreams lay deformed and dead |
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We'll be two radioactive dancers |
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Spinning in different directions |
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And my love for you will be reduced to powder |
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The screams will perform louder and louder |
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Your marble flesh will soon be raw and burning |
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And kissing will reduce my lips to a pulp |
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Hideous creatures will return from the underground |
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And the fact that I love you |
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Will die |
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You don't have to sleep to see nightmares |
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Just hold me close |
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Then closer still |
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And you'll feel the probabilities |
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Pulling us apart |
