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Ain't no saint

Devil on my shoulder,
Drank the angel down.
Black wolf came in the pack.
Took the leaders crown.

Clasped my calloused hands to pray.
But darkness finds away

Dog eat dog
Kill or be killed
Tryed like hell to get to heavens gate
But darkness finds away
Written by Rory
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