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When I was in Riverhead |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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I wanted to tell you that I was dead |
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My hands were cold and my lips were bled |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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My heart was extracted from where it lay |
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My skin was torn and peeled away |
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Nothing flows like the blood of lovers |
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Running over rocks underground |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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My throat cut open like a lily flower |
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On a thorny bed |
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On a thorny bed |
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On a thorny bed |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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My eyes were empty and my heart had lied |
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My hands kept slipping on the rope I tied |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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When I was in Riverhead |
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I wanted to tell you that I was dead |
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My hands were cold and my lips were bled |
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On a thorny bed |
|
Nothing flows like the blood of lovers |
|
Running over rocks underground |
|
When I was in Riverhead |
|
My throat cut open like a lily flower |
|
On a thorny bed |
|
On a thorny bed |
|
On a thorny bed |
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When I was in Riverhead |
|
My throat cut open like a lily flower |
|
On a thorny bed |
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On a thorny bed |
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On a thorny bed |
