Hit it one more, time for our men, in uniform with a price upon their heads. This is a war. Sober up. No matter what you call it color changes up in the sun.
Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder, anymore. Anymore.
All my exes live with hexes, this is why I hang myself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast. Fashion: war between the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the teen.
Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder, anymore. Anymore.
Oh yeah I would like to, to die like mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. I'm crying, crying, crying.
Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder, anymore. Anymore.
Yeah I would like to, yeah I'd like to die like fucking mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
Fashion. Buy it. Load it. Shoot it.
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