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The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Don't Get Blood on My Prada Shoes şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: The Number Twelve Looks Like You

albüm: Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses


Cringing at the sight, flawless face dragged
I giggled, kissing my fingers... type C and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers...
Find an easier way dying, before you get murdered...
Type C and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers...
The floor boards will never hold the same finish

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