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You remind me of the psycho killer You remind me of the crazy bitch I need in my life Motherfucker, you're my inspiration This is the model they don't make with an artificial vice Young and dumb with no expiration We sleep the day and walk the night, when we're down we get high This isn't death, it's only preparation Her dress was black her lips were red and only god knew of her eyes Face in the mirror Hand on the gun I held a place for us inside of the Sun Crowd screams joy Face yells gloom I had a place for us inside of the Moon It goes one, two, three, four You're not the typical American whore Five, six, six, six You are my drug, and I'm in need of a fix I met her gaze, she met my gaze I think I met my match Games we play The blood we spill Moon was full sky of bats Let me see your hand she said red nails like a blade Of a sacrificial lamb She could see I wasn't phased I found the one where I've been searching Feelings coming abroad Nausea is creeping up, it's time to show her your flawed Face in the mirror Hand on the gun I held a place for us inside of the Sun Crowd screams joy Face yells gloom I had a place for us inside of the Moon It goes one, two, three, four You're not the typical American whore Five, six, six, six You are my drug, and I'm in need of a fix