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"your hand is holding the trigger to my heart" and i'm sick of all the cliche's i hear and say. i'm tired of you and your smile. wake me up before i fall asleep. keep me awake before i die. you've got all that passion in your head and none in your heart. maybe that's a good thing. i know too much about that. i only wish i could hate you. maybe a few more scars down the road, baby...