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Sins aren’t inherited Sins die with the sinners My father was, as is I I pray my kids See how sad it is That mortal men Tie my ancestors yokes To my neck to bare I have no chance now I’m just a heathan Ask the high and mighty The ones on the hill The ones in their high walled Cathedral. Branding me all Kinds of unspeakables But I am here to say That’s not my yoke I have my own but Thanks anyway
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
Yokes of Yesterday, A Midnight Ramble
Sins aren’t inherited Sins die with the sinners My father was, as is I I pray my kids See how sad it is That mortal men Tie my ancestors yokes To my neck to bare I have no chance now I’m just a heathan Ask the high and mighty The ones on the hill The ones in their high walled Cathedral. Branding me all Kinds of unspeakables But I am here to say That’s not my yoke I have my own but Thanks anyway
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M/Anchorage
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
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