That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back She points her finger and she shows me what I lack Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in Her hot breath on my skin Her scent on my fingers Her taste is on my mind It constantly lingers 'Till I can breathe her 'Till I can believe her 'Till I can breathe her 'Till I can leave her Every kiss is a little sickening I can feel Death's fingers quickening Tightening my passageways If you can't count the years Start counting days Try to remember that she hates you And though she might elate you She tries to kill the great that's in you now She's hand picked the fate that awaits you now And despite her words, it's not too late I wrote a Goddamn love song to praise everything I hate And kids were wanting the chorus line And they sealed my picture's frame She might run shit for right now but I'll be damned if it's forever and always As the chorus-line fades away like friends in high-school hallways Oh, I got this feeling That things will never, ever, ever be the same Things will never be the same What about those rainy nights in London? What about the crippling desert heat? What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me? What about the hospital in L.A.? You took me back after that night What about that blackened image in my mind? I swear I burn with a new light What about that frozen, dripping, holiday bird that's cold She's cold as ice!
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