Veronica

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Veronica,
with a bullet in hands
with a smile on her face
with eyes full of betrail
she walks down the hill

Veronica,
this night is'nt fair
you just can't compare
your eyes with the grail
underestimating pain

And she walks
with a bullet in hands
and eyes full of betrail.
God knows
they're just a silver 
scrapes in 
may.

And she hates
her steps in the sand
and her crown has begun
to fade
and the wind
blew her majesty 
away.

Veronica,
with a bullet in hands
with a smile on her face
with eyes full of betrail
she runs down the hill.

Veronica,
this life isn't fare
you just can't compare
yourself with the grail
underestimating pain.

And she walks
with a bullet in hands
and eyes full of betrail.
God knows
they're just a silver 
scrapes in 
may.

And she hates
her steps in the sand
and her crown has begun
to fade
and the wind
blew her majesty 
away.

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