It was me, that chipped my teeth
On the bottle of red
And I feared the raspberry seed
How can this be?
That I would fear the ones who would hold me
And insight fires, under those who would never chase me
I will recognize
One of these late nights
All I've left behind
It was me, bit the hand that feeds
And slipped away
Without thought of the bleed
How can this be?
That I'd fear the ones who would hold me
And insight fires, under those who would never chase me
I will recognize
One of these late nights
All I've left behind.
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