If I
retreat, words, wars, and symphonies
Make
room, we're taking over here
And
you're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well
Won't
find me perching here again
May
your feet serve you well
And
the rest be sent to hell, where they always have belonged
Cold
hearts brew colder songs
Fate
will play us out, with a song of pure romance
So
stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let's
kill tonight, kill tonight
Show
them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's
kill tonight, kill tonight
Show
them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's
kill tonight
May
your feet serve you well
And
the rest be sent to hell, where they always have belonged
Cold
hearts brew colder songs
Fate
will play us out, with a song of pure romance
So
stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let's
kill tonight, kill tonight
Show
them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's
kill tonight, kill tonight
Show
them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's
kill tonight, kill tonight
Show
them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's
kill tonight, kill tonight
Show
them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's
kill tonight
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