Calabrese

Shrunken head kids

Calabrese
You always go out into the night
When you come home you come home to a fight
The things that you do make them so confused
The thing that you do makes them so confused

We run the night your better watch the black
Switchblade pulled, baby, into your back
We never go out we never stay in
We find ourselves attracted to sin

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