Alright, I Admit It... it Was a Whore House The Number Twelve Looks Like You
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The, the path, the path
The path has changed so much over the years
The path, the path, the path
The path has changed so much over the years
No reason to fret
Just turn around and walk away
The glass of wine and the plate
Of overcooked food
Burnt too long, burnt too long
Paranoid about a fuck-me dress
Relishing in memories, twisting like fate
It's only a matter of time before this is destroyed
It's only a matter of time before this is destroyed
The bridges are too low to duck under
And the fenced in possibilites
Seem too dark to see without candlelight
Because years have passed
Visions have also
Down under, there's a devil
And no one notices
Above us are clouds
That swing and hang down
Over a small town
The path has changed so much over the years
The path, the path, the path
The path has changed so much over the years
No reason to fret
Just turn around and walk away
The glass of wine and the plate
Of overcooked food
Burnt too long, burnt too long
Paranoid about a fuck-me dress
Relishing in memories, twisting like fate
It's only a matter of time before this is destroyed
It's only a matter of time before this is destroyed
The bridges are too low to duck under
And the fenced in possibilites
Seem too dark to see without candlelight
Because years have passed
Visions have also
Down under, there's a devil
And no one notices
Above us are clouds
That swing and hang down
Over a small town
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