Pull the knife from my back and show me the color.
Is it red or is it black?
Just hand it over.
The wound pulses like a rusted swing set, and now the higher I get off my electronic marijuana cigarette, I feel regret.
So hold pressure where it lacks, cause I could lose a lot of black blood the black blood that dresses the macerated edge that drips into buzzards that follow you my friend.
Oh my friend, I still see you in your bed resting beside me with an elbow bent.
Arrested Development playing over and over again.
Oh my friend, I still see you in your bed."
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