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Sanatçı: Daniel Brooke

albüm: Blood on Her Prada


10 stories high up in the night sky
Don't look down or you might die
Cuz the gates to hell
They're paved with gold
Diamonds and Prada up in the white hills
And the devil herself
She wears a tight dress
Red lipstick on a blade
That rests in your fucking chest
Oh fuck
I have problem
I can't feel no more
And there's is blood on her Prada
Let me walk this road
To the church and back
Got forgiven for my sins
But I'm back on track
Everything is so fucked
Now all I do is self-destruct
10 stories high up in the night sky
Don't look down or you might die
Cuz the gates to hell
They're paved with gold
Diamonds and Prada up in the white hills
And the devil herself
She wears a tight dress
Red lipstick on a blade
That rests in your fucking chest
Another night
Tryna catch my flight
To the Hollywood hills, where the sun never shines
Another night
Tryna catch my flight
Click, click boom, it's called suicide
Suicide
Take me away from here

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