Let me see what you've got, what you're made of, what you're not II

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On the count of twelve...

one. a gun with a dart for my sweetheart. two. only you can remove such an ache, so... three. let me see what you've got, what you're made of, what you're not. four. sore, just a ripped and bloody claw. five. a punching fist that's within me. six. six little stitches, threath through my heart. seven. seven shining reasons tearing us apart. eight. lose your hate, it's a game, come on, love me, it's your fate. nine. nine cold crimes in the night, please forgive me. ten. ten tears that are frozen on your face. eleven. I know I'm not your favourite man. twelve. I'll take you like only I can.