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Can't pretend to be too Fond-- I got this blood all on my palms. And if you ask me, yes of course I'll swear that really nothing's wrong. Through half smoked cigars and boxes Of pad thai, I'm just pushing past the years of being the Bad guy. And if I'm just worm food to the dirt that Craves you, How do you expect me to bleed out simply to Save you?
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
You Look Charming Without Me
Can't pretend to be too Fond-- I got this blood all on my palms. And if you ask me, yes of course I'll swear that really nothing's wrong. Through half smoked cigars and boxes Of pad thai, I'm just pushing past the years of being the Bad guy. And if I'm just worm food to the dirt that Craves you, How do you expect me to bleed out simply to Save you?
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
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