i came down from the balcony
to meet my romeo
he was dressed in blue jeans
and he looked cold
standing in the snow
oh
why'd [bad word] romeo
you look so pale
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why'd god make you a montague
i guess that's how it goes
why'd god make me love you
you know it too
just how much this blows
oh
why'd [bad word] romeo
you look so pale
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why'd you kill my cousin
he would have killed you too
why's there so much bloodshed
all i want's the freedom
to love you
oh
why'd [bad word] romeo
you look so beautiful
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i remember what we feel like
i tell you to shut up
they might hear and that'll be the end
and we'll be done
they'll shoot you
shut up
honey

kiss me for the last time
i won't wake up again
christ those [bad word] are trippy
you think you see us
standing in the snow
again
no more pain
romeo
we look so beautiful
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