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Blood is Cold

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Look at you looking at me
With your hazel brown eyes
Through the hazy whiskey bottles
On which patterns of splattered blood lie
the whiskey is cold
Just like your heart
I need you to stop your scowl
Let the patterns die and we'll be warm enough.

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