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Bright Eyes Attempt To Tip The Scales

it's Gonna cloud our eyes again There is not need to focus When there is nothing that's worth seeing So we trade liquor for blood And in an attempt to tip the scales

's gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again, no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales

s gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again, no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales

s gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again, no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales