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Black Drawing Chalks
walking by
You see that strange girl through your eyesGrowing straight, laughing
Carring the taste the lies
But ain't no saint that give up to late
I hould walking by
Changing your name
It sounds better to live
From here I'll go to anywere
Ain't no sound that I could hear about it
Ain't no proud that I could feek about it
So why?
Why you got to go, no
Why you got to go.
Just let go