out pure and if i cut your wrists i'm sure the blood won't run out pure the colours blue and gold S T A the blood ran cold...
run out pure and if i cut your wrists i'm sure the blood won't run out pure the colours blue and gold S T A the blood ran cold...
and be your own be yourself don't play the fool to anyone cause i might be the one with the gun pointed in your direction into your face. A pathway to
