Cheri Bleu

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, crying like a fire in the sun. Look out; the saints are comin through.. And its all over now, Baby Blue.

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King

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