Damnation by Incubus
Follow me down.
Swallow it down.
A little bit of something instigating your frown.
The moon on the town, the blood on your gown.
You're always picturesque.
Stomp the haunted mood in your crown.
I used to think about it then I...
Chose the word indulgence, now I...
Just need some more to stand my own.
Why I live this way? Who knows.
Why I live this way? He knows.
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