ocs:depth keeper(dark blue),yan(the detective),player(in gray),figure(green hoodie guy)
Lyrics Mr Incorrect-Malcolm Todd: (Babe, I don't wanna talk I give you my love You tell me goodbye) (Yeah, yeah) (One, two, three, uh, oh, oh) Babe, I don't wanna talk I give you my love, you tell me goodbye We're calling it off, and now I feel great I got a new friend who kisses my face I'm good, I'm doing alright I don't gotta call, we don't gotta fight I'll see you around, well, maybe I won't That is okay 'cause baby I'm on Baby, I'm on Baby, I'm on Maybe it's fair, I'm moving along 'Cause I've been complaining for months and months I'll go slow, but you know I could do it with anyone else I'm thanking you for having me Now I'm on, and I made a new song Couldn't-, fu, fu Babe, I don't wanna talk I give you my love, you tell me goodbye We're calling it off, and now I feel great I got a new friend who kisses my face I'm good, I'm doing alright I don't gotta call, we don't gotta fight I'll see you around, well, maybe I won't That is okay 'cause baby I'm on I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I thought I was right, but you're never wrong I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I thought I was right, but you're never wrong I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I thought I was right, but you're never wrong I'm on, I'm on, I'm on I thought I was right, but you're never wrong And I'm rather mad 'cause I'm always cool And I'd rather do this than go back to school I'd tell you I miss you, but I'm in a rush Don't tell me my problems, I don't give a fu lyrics Jane-The Long Face: Now the devil got your hand for good luck. To hold the honeysuckle rose as she lies down? Reading the paper. Reading the world right round And her eyes record the sweet surprise of those who died. That day Leaving her breathless, leading her hand to the grave JANE, you’re early, your life work is dirtied by the fools Who adore you, only to find-, only to find you out. They saw you dressing in the backroom; now they’ll pay what they owe you Only small change, red on the green green grass Now the devil got your hand, for more, to opened closed door. To keep the good from the great, evil and equal seeking to kill and create The grand, of milk and honeyland, is on her tongue. Taste of the violence, tryna to silence her head JANE, you're early, your life work is dirtied by the fools Who adore you, binding your time-, binding your time to strike Surely, the poison makes a portrait of your face in the mirror. Smiling with fright JANE, you’re early, your life work is dirtied by the fools Who adore you only to find-, only to find you out They saw you, dressing in the backroom, now they’ll pay What they owe you. Only small change, red on the green green grass
