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There's this thing called love And this is how it goes First, you take a shot of poison It's your choice which one! There are several, after all Arsenic, cyanide, strychnine Take your pick, dear Then you sit back and take a breath Your veins start to burn, fire in your blood Your heart speeds up a few beats Will it rupture if it goes so fast? Your stomach starts spinning--that's the nausea! Try to keep it down, babe The pain will subside soon You're turning cold and clammy You start to shake You stop breathing Are they looking your way? Don't meet their eyeline Just let your eyes roll back into your head That's what you get for loving someone
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Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
What's your poison?
There's this thing called love And this is how it goes First, you take a shot of poison It's your choice which one! There are several, after all Arsenic, cyanide, strychnine Take your pick, dear Then you sit back and take a breath Your veins start to burn, fire in your blood Your heart speeds up a few beats Will it rupture if it goes so fast? Your stomach starts spinning--that's the nausea! Try to keep it down, babe The pain will subside soon You're turning cold and clammy You start to shake You stop breathing Are they looking your way? Don't meet their eyeline Just let your eyes roll back into your head That's what you get for loving someone
Well, it's true, isn't it?
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Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
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