Russian Love Machine - Medic

Well if it goes to show the future of things we'll be lucky if we make it out alive
Step by step, mile for mile
Keep that head up and rest easy kid
Like that's enough for me?
I'm holding on to the dead
I'm tired of choking on words, tired of regret, tired of knowing that I couldn't save you

Written by:
Jared Loyd

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