I could be a criminal hunting for your heart
But before that happens, before I spoke
You blinded me with your dirt
I could be a criminal hunting for your heart
But before I could make a move
You picked a dagger and cut off my shirt
I could be a criminal hunting for your heart
But before I try to hold the dagger
You jammed the wheels of the cart
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
I could be a criminal hunting for your heart
But before that happens, before I spoke
You blinded me with your dirt
I could be a criminal hunting for your heart
But before I could make a move
You picked a dagger and cut off my shirt
I could be a criminal hunting for your heart
But before I try to hold the dagger
You jammed the wheels of the cart
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