Don't notice the hair Head down, count the broken glass in view, That weapon is always loaded. Took her on back when I would dare Voice rejects their murderous hypocrisy, Shit, don’t notice the hair. Glad hostages unanimously voted But clearly Janis was catching Stockholm, Did I mention the weapon is still loaded. On the lam, can’t imagine she knows where Not enough skin to align her views on, Need another writing hand or I’ll notice the hair. Singeing my temple, not sure she noticed Although her god-sorts-his-own plan is Holding. Somehow her weapon is still loaded. Wheres and whys abandoned with The hows and flipping whos Don’t acknowledge the glowing frizzy RED, Because her weapon is ALWAYS loaded.
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