It's looking grim; every time I look at him
I watch
What will you take home tonight?
Second hand trauma or shop
I want no more of violence
I want no more of
He's only wanting love with blood
Scratches them slightly, but they
You make me fall, you make me crawl
I almost told
The rain has washed the pavements
But it cannot clean my
I want to spray paint your name on every road
So
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