Crimson Chapel🩸
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There's no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
There's no escape that Ican see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's
traces
There's no escape that Ican see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's
traces
There's no escape that Ican see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's
traces
There's no escape that Ican see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's
traces
A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
This is my final fit
