Cutting Pink With Knives - Quiet Quiet Red Lyrics

this city's blood red
i've got to paint my fingers white
to keep myself clean
to clean you off my body
to wash myself off of you
i'm so dirty
i sould've thought this throught
but you were so sick in this city
i wanted to help
but i just took you where you
were taking yourself
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