Placebo - Placebo - Bruise Pristine

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Placebo - Placebo - Bruise Pristine

The means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, its plain to see
Its either you or me.

Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.

Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, its plain to see
Its either you or me.

Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.

? encore? |echoed|

Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, its plain to see
Its either you or me.

Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.

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: Placebo - Placebo - Bruise Pristine
   Placebo - Placebo - Bruise Pristine