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letra de dead leaves - gao the arsonist

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[verse 1 : gao the arsonist]

murder weapon carved initials in the tree bark
should of seen you been concealing pistols in your knee socks
locked our fingers round the locket that we keep locked
broke the ice, but now it’s thawed under the

heat of the moment’s past
now it’s tepid in the water
cast out the hexes from the cauldron
gagged on the dregs left at the bottom
still taste the remnants of the solvent
[chorus : gao the arsonist]

dead leaves
camouflage
the corpsе you let breath wasn’t sabotage
blood-soakеd gloves and a balaclava
off the operating table f-cking grabbed my heart

dead leaves
camouflage
the corpse you let breath wasn’t sabotage
blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
off the operating table f-cking grabbed my heart

[bridge : sal]
tell me i’m more than just the damaged parts
damaged parts
damaged parts

[verse 2 : gao the arsonist]

complete each other’s sentences then serve our own
lit cigarettes in pockets, course it burned a hole
snow angels in the ashes, now we turn to stone
this person’s old
should be curtains closed
steal your t–th
when you’re sleeping with the needles in the haystack
red flags were a thief f-cking creeping in the glade
back broke, can’t hold you
crimson seeping from your face
tuck your blade

[chorus : gao the arsonist]
dead leaves
camouflage
the corpse you let breath wasn’t sabotage
blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
off the operating table f-cking grabbed my heart

dead leaves
camouflage
the corpse you let breath wasn’t sabotage
blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
off the operating table f-cking grabbed my heart

[outro : sal]
desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bl–dy
pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
wanna press against a body
gun is press against my (do you love me ?)
desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bl–dy
pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
wanna press against a body
gun is press against my

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