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SAID SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH A BULL FIGHTER OVER IN SPAIN

I CRIED SO HARD

COULD’NT REMEMBER MY NAME

AND WHAT I DON’T KNOW

I GUESS I DON’T MIND

‘CAUSE I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A MARTYR IN MY OWN MIND

AND I COULDN’T BE SAVED

FROM WHAT I CRAVE

TRADED MY WINGS FOR THE CHAINS

OF A SLAVE

AND THEN I’LL FADE

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BY THE CUT OF HER COAT THE DIAMONDS ON HER THROAT AND HER POISON PEN

I’M BLEEDING TO DEATH ON THE FLOOR AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE END

AND WHAT I DON’T KNOW

GUESS I DON’T MIND

‘CAUSE I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A MARTYR

JUMPING ON YOUR LAND MINES

AND I COULDN’T BE SAVED

FROM WHAT I CRAVE

TRADED MY WINGS FOR THE CHAINS

OF A SLAVE

AND THEN I’LL FADE

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NOW THE RED CAPE SLIPS

THE BULL FIGHTER TRIPS AND FALLS TO THE GROUND

THE CROWD IS ALL STANDING

BUT NOBODY IS MAKING A SOUND

AND WHAT I DON’T KNOW

GUESS I DON’T MIND

‘CAUSE I’LL ALWAYS BE A MARTYR

TAKING YOU BACK TIME AFTER TIME

AND I COULDN’T BE SAVED

FROM WHAT I CRAVE

TRADED MY WINGS FOR THE CHAINS

OF A SLAVE

LORD THEN I’LL FADE

FADE TO GOLD