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22-01-10, 22:52
bad
A red lamp post and field of blue,
A satsuma sun, and a purple boot,
I see what's hidden, not whats there,
for whats there is in flames,
and written in blood.
the devil exists only where the rich cannot see
and i wasn't born here.
not me.
the paddington roses fly into the stream
and gooseberries grow from the sky,
but yet, he looms in the distance
and i've tasted the skin of my teeth.
dont search for me, im already gone,
fetch me in hell,
where the brimstone burns.
bad
A red lamp post and field of blue,
A satsuma sun, and a purple boot,
I see what's hidden, not whats there,
for whats there is in flames,
and written in blood.
the devil exists only where the rich cannot see
and i wasn't born here.
not me.
the paddington roses fly into the stream
and gooseberries grow from the sky,
but yet, he looms in the distance
and i've tasted the skin of my teeth.
dont search for me, im already gone,
fetch me in hell,
where the brimstone burns.
bad