Andrew Jackson Jihad
randall s house
Iâve got the rotten apple core feeling
Dying like a living ghost
Now Iâm lying on the ground
Not making a sound
Thinking I love you the most
And I hope our candles flicker and die
So, that, our hearts donât burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randyâs house
When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun
I became a setting sun
Now youâre heading west bound while Iâm lying on the ground
Thinking that you were the one
And I hope our candles flicker and die
So, that, our hearts donât burn to the ground
Down, down just like Randyâs house
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