Eye to eye, the winners and losers
Hurt by envy, cut by greed
Face to face with their own disillusion
The scars of old romances still on their cheeks
And when blow by blow the passion dies
Sweet little death dressed up in lies
Some memories are gone but I
Will still recall the lies
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding, I start screaming
It's too late, the decision is made by fate
Time it uproot what forever should last
Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test?
Whose demands are so strong as to peril the test?
And when blow by blow the passion dies
Sweet little death dressed up in lies
Some memories are gone but I
Will still recall the lies
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding, I start screaming
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