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From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the color of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
I know which one is in my bed tonight
Dinner's on the table with a pen and a knife
The meal tastes like paper and ink and pain
The words are different but the song's always the same
And while I sit and while I write and chew
I try not to make the song about you
Repost from PALE TORTURED BLUE
این پیام رو همراه با ویدیو فروارد کنید تو چنلتون 12 ساعت پستتون اینجا میمونه ویو بگیره
(حتما تو چنل جوین باشید)
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