soft and comfy bed, lay down straight
hand's on pulse when bloods drain
memories glister, you and them
heard someone say my name
and I'm no longer welcome in there
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A note for Red
soft and comfy bed, lay down straight
hand's on pulse when bloods drain
memories glister, you and them
heard someone say my name
and I'm no longer welcome in there
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