Burning Mona Lisa
D.O.A.
We've got a man down, down on life
These tears were here, but not the knife
He's taken bullets before
But not ones of sorrow molded casted in strife
Seen no great wars, yet he's a casualty
Of a battle no less bloody
Than Normandy or others fought overseas
Struck through the heart with a speeding girl
But that's not why he passed away
The exit wound from when she left
In the back of his mind, each and every day
P.O.W. til K.I.A.
Not much of a catastrophe
Can you believe this irony?
His C.U.R.E. spelled R.I.P.
He was...
Struck through the heart with a speeding girl
But that's not why he passed away
The exit wound from when she left
In the back of his mind, each and every day
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