Placeholder: My fangs she showed me a frown I said "I don't want you I want your blood" I don't want you, I want your blood It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight? My fangs she showed me a frown I said "I don't want you I want your blood" I don't want you, I want your blood It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight?

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My fangs she showed me a frown I said "I don't want you I want your blood" I don't want you, I want your blood It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight?

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