Infant King - Ptgd | Текст песни

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The smell of coffee reminds me of you.
The smell of cigarettes reminds me of myself.
The filth on my skin cannot represent the state I am in –
the damage is done!

So put the Gun down!

I made a promise and I sealed it.
I paid the price with my own blood.
Took down the offer to grow wiser – here I walk again!
Don’t approach me with foregone chances, I chose to watch this one go by
There’s only one thing you can’t get your hands on, that’s the essence of me!

So put the Gun down!

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