Peter Parker Never Loved Mary Jane
You Know I'm A Social Vampire
I Only Go Out At Night
Feed On The Blood Of The Sinful Ones
State My Peace And Disappear From Sight
I Always Walk, I Never Crawl
Breathing In The Life Of A Coffin Nail
Hoping To Find A Friendly Wooden Stake
Arrogant Bastard Standing Tall
So How Does It Feel To Be A Second Choice?
To Know Your Best Just Doesn't Stack Up
You Can Cry Out But You Have No Voice
He Settled Now, You Were The Second Choice
These Battered Feet Walk The Streets
My Soles Bleed Blood That Stains The Very Concrete
If You Look Closely You Can Track Me Well
My Erratic Path Has Quite A Story To Tell
Of Criminals, Warriors, And Fools
A Jerk Of All Trades That Makes Up All The Rules
I've Met So Many People With Different Eyes
To End Up Talking To A Gargoyle At The End Of The Night
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