What’s that taste?
Running down my face
Came without a trace
From no place
Blood like mace
You slow your pace
Clean your face…You spaced…
It’s not a race
Running down my face
Came without a trace
From no place
Blood like mace
You slow your pace
Clean your face…You spaced…
It’s not a race
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