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Don’t know what you want of me Why have you followed me, behind; leaving a trail to get back But you can’t go home again because I set a trap Illuminati in the eye Illuminati what’s the use of your body? Will you take me to your fairy tale world? I saw Orion making fun of Hailey’s comet I can’t compare I saw his eyes melt into the sun Never will he drift away in space anymore And one warrior shouts with joy his pride has fallen The trees don’t sway to my presence And the air becomes dead
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
spitting dead
Don’t know what you want of me Why have you followed me, behind; leaving a trail to get back But you can’t go home again because I set a trap Illuminati in the eye Illuminati what’s the use of your body? Will you take me to your fairy tale world? I saw Orion making fun of Hailey’s comet I can’t compare I saw his eyes melt into the sun Never will he drift away in space anymore And one warrior shouts with joy his pride has fallen The trees don’t sway to my presence And the air becomes dead
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
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