Francis the Vampire
Hello friend, in boots I walk.
It's too dark, it's too dark to talk
Pale eyes, dark hair, round and round and round
Pale eyes dark hair put me in the ground.
Drinks are high, so we'll wait outside
Subtle gods, drawing in the night.
I don't mind her little eyes
We're all some type of divine
It's too dark, it's too dark to talk
Pale eyes, dark hair, round and round and round
Pale eyes dark hair put me in the ground.
Drinks are high, so we'll wait outside
Subtle gods, drawing in the night.
I don't mind her little eyes
We're all some type of divine
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Writer(s): Katelin Rogers
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