Won′t the devil guide your hand for good luck
To hold the honeysuckle rose as she lies down?
Reading the paper, reading the world right round and her eyes
Record the sweet surprise of those who died that day
Leaving her breathless, leading her hand to the grave
And Jane, you're early
Your life′s work is dirtied by the fools
Who adore you
Only to find, only to find you out
They saw you dressing in the backroom
Now they'll pay what they owe you
It's only small change
Red on the green, green grass
Won′t the devil take you back for more to open closed doors
And keep the good from the great?
Evil and equal seeking to kill and create
How grand the milk and honey land is on her tongue again
Taste of the violence, trying to silence her head

Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go)
Was sort of hoping that you'd stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through

Crawling back to you

Forward this message to your channel, and I’ll give you a character from BLUE LOCK

And Celestine randomly gives STARS to your channel/daily

https://t.me/Crishwe

https://t.me/tvyzs