i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[ In the end they're still going to have to agree for one of them to die, aren't they? Maybe he's starting to see things her way, but... ]
Why do you have to be the one making sacrifices? You don't have anything of value to even give, do you?
[ Her imagination runs wild and she's wondering if maybe he's got expensive gems stashed underneath those vestments of his. Wouldn't his mother having him dress fine? ]
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[ In the end they're still going to have to agree for one of them to die, aren't they? Maybe he's starting to see things her way, but... ]
Why do you have to be the one making sacrifices? You don't have anything of value to even give, do you?
[ Her imagination runs wild and she's wondering if maybe he's got expensive gems stashed underneath those vestments of his. Wouldn't his mother having him dress fine? ]