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If you're gonna rip my heart out
could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color
(Once I die) there will be no way that you can cover
that scar
It's hard
I know
And if I get a little blood on you
finally the world will know you're guilty
(know you're wrong) of taking everything you've gotten from me
No heart
It's hard
I know
Mighty King of Avondale
I just can't let this go
Real life ain't no fairy tale
I just thought you should know
When you're finished with the surgery
I really hope that you will turn to me and
tell me all about the fun you had
when you were cuttin' up...
you were cuttin' up
Living like a fairy tale
the mighty King of Avondale
It all went to his head this royalty
I stuck a knife into his back
Inventiveness is what I lack
He's always hanging up on loyalty
(You're wrong)
(You're wrong)
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