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Sep 2013
its my job to protect you
its my job to let the rest fail.  
guardian angel of death, because youve set aside yours

near faith, still haven't sniffed it yet
cut it up with the goldest razor blade
the greed only gets to me on weekdays

hey kid walk straight
even when your mostly ribcage
i got caught up in the moment

just hoping that youre listening

hey kid walk straight
im just trimming your wings
to make you beautiful again
Frances Apparitions Blackheart
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Frances Apparitions Blackheart  Horse ✞ Canyon ✞ U✞ah
(Horse ✞ Canyon ✞ U✞ah)   
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