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The Curse Of Company
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White Clothes
You are nothing without the right words in you mouth,
Because they make the right plans,
I could leave you again but it won't be the same,
It's the curse of my bloody hands…
Still cleaning your white clothes.
It's the end of it all and it's well understood
That you're not the same man that you were,
But I'll hide the gun, put the creature to sleep,
And wait for the knock at the door…
While cleaning your white clothes.
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