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I’ve got a window to see. I’ll paint it black. I’m never going to leave. I’ll never see that place again Been lured, been jabbed Been up, been down. got a heart, I keep it close. Can’t paint it black. It’s closer now than ever before. I’m breaking up the pieces. There’s the door. I’ll board it up. And when I feel the need. I’ll stain my hands red In order to show you the way I could lose you completely. Written and owned by Dan Chubaty |