Lis@.Springfield's Blog

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Baby, you ain't a man
'cause my heart's in your hand
Any fool can see
I love my misery

Bad news
It's born in my blood
Bad news

Some live to undo
Some live to be undone
Grey sky is growing dark
I feed on my own heart

Bad news
It's born in my blood
Bad news

Whispers of what you've done
Crazy I bought a gun
My fingers to your window
Whiskey's on my clothes
I'm bad news
It's born in my blood
Bad news
Bad news
Bad, news