Casual Royalties of a man with damp rags and little invisible hands
Yeah, a whiskey tipple for you, in your veins I'm dreaming of slashing you
The fox is running, to bless the hag
And daddy loves you
And your guitar hand
We'll be gone?.
To Paris Cliffs
Never said?.Your words of lust would ever touch us, you bloody leeches simply
were just stains?.
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On your blackened ash heart, we leaving regardless of tears
We cannot save you now, You're already lost in mechanical spite
We'll sing with middle fingers
You cannot erase all the things that you've done, you cannot erase we're
holding yours guns.
Here's my fists, thank you goodnight, she's my baby, she's got the prettiest
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