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Paroles: After The Tragedy. Other. Outlaw.


There's a village inland from the shore that might be misinformed
I'm the blame for murder and discourse, I can't help thinkin:
I don't know what it is but I think I kinda like it

I'm an outlaw

There's a trail of blood across the floor, it's leading to the door
There's a full moon rising from the trees, i fall to my knees
I think I'm losin my mind
There's something changing inside