Southern Gothic
I never listen to you when you're being morbid.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Hallelujah.
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
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