Blu's Tables

Colt

Cold nights, a sleight of hand
No trace of innocence, long gone, long gone
I've been tangled up, I've been wrangling up heathens
I've been double-cupped neck-up in the deep end

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They all know it's the wrong road
But they still go, they still go
Fucking long days getting longer
And the dark days getting darker