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Thibaut Sevens
Thibaut Sevens
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Thibaut Sevens
Thibaut Sevens
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She lifts my shirt
To reveal the bullet wounds
It fucking burns
I keep my cool
When words turn to guns
You run
She left me seeing
Red, red
Exit wounds
Nothing to replace'm but your skin
Exit wounds
Enter only to leave once again
Don't run your fingers
Through my past
You'll lose the softness
In your hands
Standing at the end of your barrel
Your lips, cussing me out
To me it's bittersweet poetry
And I
I can't find my way out
Need to find a way out
I can't find my
Exit wounds
Nothing to replace'm but your skin
Exit wounds
Enter only to leave once again
Exit wounds
Nothing to replace'm but your skin
Exit wounds
Only think about you when I sing
Aaa, she left me bleeding
Aaa, she left me seeing
Red
Red
Red
Red
Red
Red
Red
Written by: Thibaut Sevens
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