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My Life Went On
Music Blarin'
It's Time To Go
I Call The Shots Now
It's My Show
I Grew Up
I Got Strong
There Is No Pity
Life Moves On
Feel The Stake
Take The Knife
Here's The Blade
End Your Strife
Feel The Preasure
It Ends With Ease
I'll Watch You Beg
You're Ment To Please
Count To Three
You're Turn To Go
Peace My Bitch
I Just Stopped Your Show
It's Time To Go
I Call The Shots Now
It's My Show
I Grew Up
I Got Strong
There Is No Pity
Life Moves On
Feel The Stake
Take The Knife
Here's The Blade
End Your Strife
Feel The Preasure
It Ends With Ease
I'll Watch You Beg
You're Ment To Please
Count To Three
You're Turn To Go
Peace My Bitch
I Just Stopped Your Show
Published 9th Jun 2011
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7th Aug 2012 10:34pm
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25th Sep 2013 2:03pm
Simplistic, not graphic but you get a clear image. This should be broken into stanzas and show stages of the story, maybe an opening stanza of oppression followed by his rebellion and then the murder. Just my thoughts, I liked it though (:
