Alright, I Admit It... it Was a Whore House

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The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Rock, Metal

Alright, I Admit It... it Was a Whore House

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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 Obstruction of vision is nullified By the elevation of the seats Obstruction of vision is nullified By the elevation of the seats An orchestra pit down under like Like Australia that catches fire from a match An orchestra pit down under like Like Australia that catches fire from a match The, the path, the path The path has changed so much over the years The path (Slimy), the path (sticky), the path (leaves) The path has changed so much over the years (Cling like leeches) No reason, no reason to fret Just turn around and walk away The glass of wine and the plate I'll never run away again I'll never run away again I'll never run away again I'll never run away again I'll never run away I missed this

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