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Bluest Eyes


The bluest eyes tell the cruelest lies 

Like, you probably won't even make it past 25

Put the revolution on the overdrive

And when we're pulling up on them they act so suprised

The bluest eyes printed the bible too

Saying "everything in I here, I swear to you are true"

But when they swear upon the book they wrote they lie to you

The bluest eyes bought a ruger too

And when you pull up just to talk, they let their rugers loose

The bluest eyes will talk under their breath 

To them us living is the cause of death.

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