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Remember when I took you
Up to the top of the hill?
We had our knives drawn
They were as sharp
As we were in love
If god crossed us
We'd take all his drugs
Burn his money
And his house down
And wait for the fire to spread
Sometimes hate is not enough
To turn this all to ashes
Together as one
Against all others
Break all of our wings
And