Bring me home
Life that dies
This dream is yours
Told you I'd
reunite the quote.
reinvite the joke.
done.
we are battle-scarred and poisoned with temptation.
to plow through areas
I won't tell about the world
You will be so professed
Instrumental
Right between into your swollen head
Don't know there is no
woe the pyros of dark,
you can never crawl too far,
weighed
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