• Knives Through the Breeze •

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I inhale the sunset in front of me
Remembering you and your tragedy

You left me waiting in the cold
I hold a secret that I've never told

Ruthless as the demons below
It runs through my veins 'till I'm ice cold

No one messes with me and stays in one piece
I'm coming for you like knives floating through the breeze.

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