Notes
Keicho Keicho Keicho Keicho Keicho
It didn't matter how many times I said his name
It still tasted like cigarette smoke and gunpowder on my tongue
I was obsessed
And he didn't even know I was alive
Keicho Keicho Keicho Keicho Keicho
It didn't matter how many times I said his name
It still tasted like cigarette smoke and gunpowder on my tongue
I was obsessed
And he didn't even know I was alive
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