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Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
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Frank Iero
Frank Iero
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Gerard Way
Gerard Way
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Paul DeCarlli
Paul DeCarlli
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Bert McCracken
Bert McCracken
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Michael James Way
Michael James Way
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Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
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Matt Pelissier
Matt Pelissier
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Michael James Way
Michael James Way
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Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
Автор песен
Frank Iero
Frank Iero
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Gerard Way
Gerard Way
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Eric Miller
Eric Miller
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Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
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Jon Nicholson
Jon Nicholson
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Howard Benson
Howard Benson
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Keith Nelson
Keith Nelson
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Paul DeCarlli
Paul DeCarlli
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Mike Plotnikoff
Mike Plotnikoff
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In the middle of a gunfight In the center of a restaurant They say, "Come with your arms raised high" Well, they're never gonna get me Like a bullet through a flock of doves To wage this war against your faith in me Your life will never be the same On your mother's eyes Say a prayer Say a prayer, yeah Now, but I can't, and I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag But nobody cares if you're losing yourself Am I losing myself? Well, I miss my mom Will they give me the chair? Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare? Ah, nobody knows All the trouble I've seen Now, but I can't, and I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again To your room What they ask of you They'll make you want to say, "So long" Well, I don't remember Why remember you? Do you have the keys to the hotel? 'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire Fire Life is but a dream for the dead And well I, I won't go down by myself But I'll go down with my friends, yeah Now, now, now, now (I can't explain) Now, now, now, (I can't complain) Now, now, now, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Michael Way, Gerard Way, Matthew Pellisier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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