You're lying there dying and
The knife is in my hands—
All of our friendship done in a trice
All of the laughter gone with a slice
You're my friend
You're my enemy
You're beautiful
You're dead
And my hands are stained with red
You're lying there dying and
The knife is in my hands—
All of our friendship done in a trice
All of the laughter gone with a slice
You're my friend
You're my enemy
You're beautiful
You're dead
And my hands are stained with red
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