Olivver the Kid - Haunted | Текст песни

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• Olivver the Kid
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Gold jacket with a torn and tattered tie.

I gotta know how i’m supposed to fix this write.

Mean stares from all forty-six I’s.

I wanna know how to turn them back from black to white.

Smile if you wanna live for that reason you buried underneath pages of ink.

Blue and black pens galore.

If only you could verbalize what you never could before.

I want to live.

What I’m writing is what my heart has in store.