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Preachers in another storm ‘STAY’ whispers Mother Followed by another joint hands are met and with him I crash My bloodstained shadow running thrashed onto the walls Cray-Cray Calling Dos Tres – Another! Better! Quatro Cinco – What a disaster! T’was never my intention But I succeed at my own failures for there has always been a reward after my tormented failure. - But You can’t say I left you empty handed you can’t say I didn’t offer you all I had I just left for I found better. I know – What a ***
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
You can’t say I left you empty handed; my bloodstained shadow.
Preachers in another storm ‘STAY’ whispers Mother Followed by another joint hands are met and with him I crash My bloodstained shadow running thrashed onto the walls Cray-Cray Calling Dos Tres – Another! Better! Quatro Cinco – What a disaster! T’was never my intention But I succeed at my own failures for there has always been a reward after my tormented failure. - But You can’t say I left you empty handed you can’t say I didn’t offer you all I had I just left for I found better. I know – What a ***
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MayaraGiorno
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
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