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Nah the blood runs out Mark red lines across the pavement whilst the snow falls down stained crimson on the ground Don't call the Police I'm begging you please Because Ya know It's dark in this cave The spotlight can't find the stage It's dark in this cave but it feels like home so I think I'm gonna stay Here where the looks fall cold you know this knife shines bold and then I'm running I wish I could just fall off But now it's getting kinda hard I think I'll be leaving in a funeral cart Don't call the police I'm begging ya please! Who'd of thought the lies they told you would awake my restless brother Who'd of thought the lies they told you would awake my sisters lover Don't call the police I'm begging ya please! |