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She lives like Russian roulette Barrel up to the head Where every sweet young move is Belonging to a sickness Now enter special things To detour all the pain Like a brand-new, solid mess But nothing seems to last... It strikes when you've thought you won It's self-destruction It strikes when you've thought you've won And the delicate balance Won't survive the turbulence Now, enter the escape From every thing you've made 'Cause something wrong inside Won't let you live your life It strikes when you've thought you won It's self-destruction It strikes when you've thought you won And down you will go With a tail of flames stretched out behind you The cold wind will blind you And in all the you can't see? The simplicity is beautiful |