
Number Five With A Bullet Songtext
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I'm taking up a small collection of ornate failures and sordid business, and every autumn
i fall with the leaves. i headed home and days went went passing with remorse from when nerve went crashing, and
promises that i wish i could have made. you never knew, it's always been you
i fall with the leaves. i headed home and days went went passing with remorse from when nerve went crashing, and
promises that i wish i could have made. you never knew, it's always been you
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