The story
He points the finger and keeps on driving.
He stands in the wreckage with a pointed jaw, laying every cracked promise and slammed door at somebody else’s feet. The room still holds the echo of what was said, but he walks out clean in his own mind, leaving the blame behind and the silence to do the bleeding.
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Lyrics
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