09.03.09
And I dream that I’m in another man’s arms
Crimson red, is what I’ve bled
All over the place
If you see red
You’re seeing me
When I dream
I dream of things
No one should ever think of
Crimson red, is what I’ve bled
All over the place
If you see red
You’re seeing me
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