Letra de Russian Roulette - Alkaline Trio

She lives like Russian Roulette.
Barrel up to the head.
Where every sweet young move is
Belonging to a sickness.
Now enter special things
To detour all the pain,
Like a brand-new, solid mess.
But nothing seems to last...
It strikes when you've thought you won.
It's self-destruction.
It strikes when you've thought you've won,
And the delicate balance
Won't survive the turbulence.
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Now, enter the escape
From every thing you've made,
Cause something wrong inside
Won't let you live your life.
It strikes when you've thought you won.
It's self-destruction.
It strikes when you've thought you won,
And down you will go,
With a tail of flames stretched out behind you.
The cold wind will blind you,
And in all the you can't see�
The simplicity is beautiful.