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Southcott Flee The Scene

Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. Red Lights And Rooftops. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Rooi ligte en dakke.
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Wake up, wake up, We cant keep sleeping on the job, Im watching my neck for knives, You plant beneath my jaw, And I cant open up my eyes, Youre far too

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. Lifeboats For High Hopes. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Reddingboten Vir hoë verwagtinge.
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My spine can be. The paino keyes, That your finger tips play. Wide eyed as the ships collide, Along the docks of the lower east side, And we're on this

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. The October Tradition. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Die Oktober Tradisie.
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This is fleeting, This sick, sickness I'm seaking. With tire tread tired eyes, A toothless smile, You'd love, to defile. Don't let me down. With my

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. Vengeance Isn't The Right Word. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Wraak is nie die regte woord.
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so close while looking over my shoulder. Too many nights of being sober, Did it fade away? Because we just got older. So break down, And make a scene

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. We'll Take This Outside, 12.45. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Ons sal dit buite, 12,45.
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Well take your blue eyes, and give them red lines, and purple rings around them, well take all your clothes, make you walk home, from a town youve

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. We'll Take This Outside 1:17. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Ons sal dit buite 1:17.
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The moon is laughing to the beat, Of our shoes pounding on the street, As we flee the scene, Of your mockery, How does it feel to? Get the shit kicked

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. Sin City: Your Bed Sheets, My Legacy. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Sin City: Jou lakens, My Legacy.
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Ill be the sea to your vacation, A subtle vocation, But I handle it well, Ill be the summer to your dress, The one Id love best, If you didnt wear it

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. Where The Tabloids Won't Find Us. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Waar die tabloids sal nie vind ons.
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We'll plan to meet, At your parent's residence. I'll let my love for lechery, Take over me, And all my actions, And all my words, But they so seldom

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Lirieke

Southcott. Flee The Scene. Friendly Fire. Southcott. Vlug die toneel. Friendly Fire.
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Annonymus. This I promise. And I'd love to keep things like this. You'd rather watch us, From a distance. Than fake this. You'd rather not be... The