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letra de poacher´s pride - mbck

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i shot an angel with my father’s rifle
i should have set it free, but i let it bleed
made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
on my wall

i shot an angel with my father’s rifle
i should have set it free, but i let it bleed
made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
on my wall

so is this my fate?
while i die i bite my nails
i squeeze the juice of my brain to see what’s in my head
i’m clinically insane
it’s a fact, i’m not ok
practically a rotten skeleton walking on the free way
i tie the laces of my vans
because i don’t wanna fall
in the well of your lies
call me crazy i don’t really mind
i know what i see
it’s impregnat in my eyes

sometimes a little crazy for your vanity
daytime dreaming, i can not resist
my redness are scratches from my insanity
romanticizing my tragedies into comedy

my blood pressure is slow
i’m not surprised, i always fall
i’m out of zone, i don’t feel the sun
i am a rotten rose that lies in the fog

i shot an angel with my father’s rifle
i should have set it free, but i let it bleed
made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
on my wall

i shot an angel with my father’s rifle
i should have set it free, but i let it bleed
made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
on my wall

- mbck

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