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Fight! These are the nights we won't remember. These are the times we brand ourselves clever. Grasping your heart to get your attention And baby I hope I'm killing your expectations. The conversation that up brings intoxication I just wanna be whatever you want me to be So tell me. You can tell me anything If you want me dead it's done. We say we have hearts. We just don't use them. Give it to me so I can abuse them. Your love, lips, and bloody hammer, all I have graced my head From Letras Mania