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Grey Sketch Of Red

Shames guilty scars have carved my face

I wish I could scream but my breath is asleep

The troublemaker drove my being off a cliff

And I don't remember if I looked before my leap

Glass revolver shooting liquid ammunition

Oh, I lost sight of that which determines

Poion tongue led by a focused whiskey eye

My heart is sick, is sick and my skin is uncomfortable(repeat chorus

Grey Sketch Of Red /

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