Westfall.

And when I killed her, it was so easy
That I wanted to kill her again
I got down on both of my knees and
She ain't coming back again
She ain't coming back again

Now, with all these cameras focused on my face
You would think that they could see it through my skin
They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but
Evil don't look like anything

Evil don't look like anything


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