Band: My Chemical Romance
Song: Our Lady of Sorrows
Album: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love
Track: 5
LYRICS:
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight
And we could settle this affair
If you would shed your yellow
Take my hand
And then we'll solve the mystery
Of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge
Please understand it has to be this way
Stand
Up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take
My fucking hand
And never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put this at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said we're not celebrities
We spark and fade
They die by threes
I'll make you understand
And you can trade me for an apparation
Stand
Up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take
My fucking hand
And never
Trust
You said
Who put the words in your head?
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fucking
Stand
Up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take
My fucking hand
And never be afraid again
Just because my hands around your throat
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