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| .:Mystery Land:. |
| I walked these streets, My mystery land, With tears on my clothes, With blood in my veins. Too sorry for this, Too sorry for this. I walked the stair that creeks, My vodka in hand, With the mood everyone loathes, With blood on my lanes. Too sorry for this, Too sorry for this. I walked to the bathroom with the flooding leeks, My tongue was bland, With my thoughts in rows, With bloody plains. Too sorry for this, Too sorry for this. I walked to my mirror to see the image everyone seeks, My eyes caked with sand, With the hatred he sews, With blood in the horses manes. Too sorry for this, Too sorry for this. I walked to my grave which I have longed to be in for weeks, My mystery land, my mystery land, With gun at my temple, My mystery land, my mystery land, With gun at my temple, With blood on the wall, Too sorry for this, Too sorry for this, Now stumbling I fall. My mystery land, my mystery land. They walk down the streets, Their mystery land, With tears on their clothes, With blood in their veins, Too sorry for this, So sorry for this. |
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