Chokebore Where Is The Assassin
No Camilia... Your no fool you need me. Poison is the
wind swell.
Maybe I could love the three of you.
Last thing I need from you is another heartless lay, but
who am I, who am I to notice.
Twenty-two is outside, inside your all pink. Hallways
filled with windows.
Maybe I could love the three of you.
No Camilia, your no fool you need me. Poison is the wind
swell.
Maybe I could love the three of you.