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Vendetta Red - Forgetiquette lyrics
Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broken or bent. I think of cancer as I put one to my cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust. voices spin and resonate inside voices spin and resonate inside This old phone booth shelters me from these lonely streets. If only God could grant me strength to call you. Just three wards to help me slake this poison lust. voices spin and resonate inside voices spin and resonate inside esoteric memories you're an eyesore here grab the handle twist the blade to break my will. |
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