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Twist them deep you stab in me all those secrets that you keep remember the days of golden rays all the lies you swept away more more all that you say close my eyes when you sneak to play stripped it all there's nothing left you will owe for this soul theft so sit up on your horse so white laughing that all you know is right I slither my soul sold to Satan were on the way to make it right?. 709 pwt
Published 26th Mar 2014
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