The Crooked Kind by Radical Face
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"Some get dealt simple hands, some walk the common paths, all nice and worn, but all folks are damaged goods, it ain't a talk of "if," just one of 'when' and 'how'."
but I smell their blood - my fingers trace their faces in the wood, I hear their voices somewhere in my bones, I feel them sing along when I'm alone
all folks are damaged goods
some get dealt simple hands / some walk the common paths, all nice and worn / but all folks are damaged goods
