Fingers In The Throat Songtext

Long sleeved in the summer,again in our gray shirts,leaning against
cinderblock walls,we even hide from the other prey,but as soon as the lioness comes we
step forth and present our throats,hoping this time it will be differ
ent....and then we Bleed again
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