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Bloody Mary - EBRI KNIGHT
This the shorter story
Of your fingers on a glass of coke
Your dirty smile
And my dirty smoke
Don't know why
But we are here wasting time
When the glass broke
You didn't mind
Your city is tattooed on your face
And you only wish to go
But I'll go on burning the days
Of bloody Mary to her soul
And her words her words her words
This is the shorter story
Of the gold in your golden hair
Sometimes scared
And sometimes fair
This is the shorter story
Of your killing down the street
We'll never more be you and me
It was ending from the beggining
But we never said goodbye
But I'll go on burning the days
Of bloody Mary to her soul
And her words her words her words
It was ending from the beggining
But we never said goodbye
But I'll go on burning the days
Of bloody Mary to her soul
And her words her words her bloody words
