Charlotte, NC
I got tangled in the streets of a girl
Where red eyed wolves drank honey
She tried to capture herself in a necklace
But she didn't have enough money
So instead she bought November
I got tangled in the sheets of a girl
Here I can get painted in the technicolor
He tried to paint himself briar
But his nacarat façade didn't get duller
So he gets reminded of her in the mirror
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