Festival Of Dead Deer
Festival Of Dead Deer - Episodes lyrics
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Bars before my window means optionless outdoors My making you sixth the support I need Incarcerations deep healing No hope, no control, no decency A constant rerun as things get worse and it sounds like shots fired A porn brings us closer, I blame myself I carry a cross
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