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I hear the sirens screaming in the dead of night another helpless girl who's taken her own life why cant we show signs of love why cant we hold on to all the fallen memories, no matter if they're right or wrong -ch- Who knows why do the chosen die and the sick and disturbed stay alive theres no time to argue anymore cuz you never know when its your turn to go under the neon lights the living dead walk among us junkies and prostitutes, winos and drug dealers line the streets with their poison its in their blood, its in their head nothing's worth living for everything just for one more score From Letras Mania