Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling
And missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.
Glued my green eyes to your face.
I'm blind.
Follow footsteps, a bleeding bloodline.
Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling
And missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.
And missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.
Glued my green eyes to your face.
I'm blind.
Follow footsteps, a bleeding bloodline.
Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling
And missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.
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Head in the ceiling fan
Goes rolling and missing
Like bullets slamming into deer skin
Glued my green eyes to your face.
I'm blind.
Follow footsteps, a bleeding bloodline
Head in the ceiling fan
Goes rolling and missing
Like bullets slamming into deer skin