Ghosts spilling thier secrets of the dead
Giving to the dead city lights in November
Shes gonna bleed me all the live long night
Cut myself on a piece of you, she said
Angel gonna kiss my bones
Gonna kiss the sky goodnight
You know the liquor
Finnaly made it's way to my heart

Gonna carry me home
Spiraling in angel blue
Down the ridges of my spine
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