Big Brother - Reds | Текст песни

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Halos, whiskey and tailored rhymes
Stale reds in hand
A cowboy dies
It's hard to feel the same without that crusty cape
In Jesus name he flew away

I called you back a hundred times
Ripped off my arm to reach the blinds
Then I torched both hands to itch the pain
from when you turned away
It hurt

Defacto

I think I thought a little much
For my legless shell to catch up
And I guess that's AOK with me

The book of life is lost
I'd like to think I'm not

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