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This fighting needs to stop,

Just put down your fucking gun,

You're not looking very hot,

Try as you might you'll find you just can't run...



(I think you're cutting off your circulation...)



And there will be no more of waiting,

And there will be no more of pain,

And there will be no more of my jealous fits because you know you feel the same.

But just keep on fucking bleeding if it suits you,

Just keep on pretending you want more,

But we both know that it's coming soon,

I can see right through your front door.



Let's just call a fucking truce,

Can't you see my fucking flag?

And I think my foot is loose,

But it's you making me lag.

Lag... behind!



(I think you're fainting at the pressure of being you).



But just keep on fucking bleeding if it suits you,

Just keep on pretending you want more,

But we both know that it's coming soon,

I can see right through your front door.