WhiteDog creating, contorting, fucking killing it!
High, High
take their hands, be their guide
warning sounds darkened lights
death comes in dribs and drabs
tear drops and fallen flags
high, high delight
no reasons for whose wrong or whose right
high, high delight
and they wish that, wish that you'd have stayed
for all the times that you wanted to run away
run home
run home
legal notice: one half says no sound, says no video. one half says hit the deep end, says dive in.
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