How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes. I struggle to find any truth in your lies
Oh if you take my hand,
I'm gonna get you outta here,
The crash of bottles breaking,
And the swinging chandelier.
In a rain of bullets and blood and snow,
I saw the midnight come and I watched her go.
I'm gonna get you outta here,
The crash of bottles breaking,
And the swinging chandelier.
In a rain of bullets and blood and snow,
I saw the midnight come and I watched her go.
Pony up-Kings of leon
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