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I’d rather this will stay vague

It seems like we’re not prepared babe

Thinking out loud

I hope you’re not there

I’d rather this will stay vague

Your head’s falling down

Your face is so pail

The further it gets

We’re falling down dead

I’d rather this will stay vague

You better run for your life

And cut me loose

Holding these ropes

Won’t make you feel any good

Bloody red roses are covering your eyes

I’m digging a grave and jumping down to the ground

I’d rather this will stay vague

This bitter sweet joy

It feels great

Open your eyes

I hope I’m still there

I’d rather this will stay

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You better run for your life

And cut me loose

Holding these ropes

Won’t make you feel any good

Bloody red roses are covering your eyes

I’m digging a grave and jumping down to the ground

I’d rather this will stay vague

It seems like we’re not prepared babe

Thinking out loud

I know you’re still there

I’d rather this will stay

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