LYRIC
Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling and missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.
Glued my green eyes to your face.
I'm blind.
Follown footsteps, a bleeding bloodline.
Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling and missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.
Glued my green eyes to your face.
I'm blind.
Follown footsteps, a bleeding bloodline.
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Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling and missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.
Glued my green eyes to your face.
I'm blind.
Follown footsteps, a bleeding bloodline.
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