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Your nails,
Fashion red,
Paint a story your eyes never kept.
Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just killing lately.
You think I'm a killer.
You think these eyes belong to a murderer.
Pass judgment fast,
Cause that's the last look you'll get.
In autumn I won't be here
So help me, god
So help me, god
Come autumn I won't be here
So help me, god
So help me, god
In autumn I won't be here
So help me, god
So help me, god
Come autumn I won't be here
So help me, god
So help me, god
"I've been evil making a mess out of this town; I woke the devil."
Your nails,
Fashion red,
Paint a story your eyes never kept.
Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just killing lately.
Help. [x8]