Hoods and cloaks protect the neck
As bullets fly to equate payback
In the mood for love, you say
Having lost my leg, I could care less.
Stories, ringtones, pills and mistakes
Drifting in a space without a face
Counting backwards, time dilutes pain
Save your truth, strike another day.
As bullets fly to equate payback
In the mood for love, you say
Having lost my leg, I could care less.
Stories, ringtones, pills and mistakes
Drifting in a space without a face
Counting backwards, time dilutes pain
Save your truth, strike another day.
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