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Senses Fail Hair Of The Dog

Empty frames on the floor There's nothing left to prove who I was before I'll burn the pictures before I leave And wipe my prints off from the scene The

Empty frames on the floor there's nothing left to prove who I was before. I'll burn the pictures before I leave and wipe my prints off from the scene

You're sort of famous A minor celebrity And so it only makes sense The world would be Obsessed with every Single thing you do They're running 'round

: You're sort of famous A minor celebrity And so it only makes sense The world would be Obsessed with every Single thing you do They're running 'round