His Other Side
He drug me by the hair,
with a gun to my head...
must have been something I did,
or something I said?
I see my shadow,
as I beg to his face...
but he's not in there,
it's taken his place...
with a gun to my head...
must have been something I did,
or something I said?
I see my shadow,
as I beg to his face...
but he's not in there,
it's taken his place...
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