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Romo-Goth Lyrics

You need not memorize
Every word I say
Whoa, cut our wrists
Your nose is cold
You're way too old for this
Whoa, every time
Such a
Whoa, cut our wrists
Cut our wrists
Cut our wrists
Say, cut our wrists
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