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Take a knife and stab what already feels dead
And then make some wine from tears that will fill the cup blood red
Blood red
Blood red
Fatal overdose again, again
Every laboured breath is now crowded out by pain
And the downpour on the windshield hits like bullets, not like rain
Sucking all of what is left
The vampire barely gets fed
It's blood red
Blood red
Blood red
Blood red
Blood red
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