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Aug 2015
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                                              ..     ..     stolen lives

;::;

Come


/:/

From out the pig pen

From out

The ***** house of lies





She wears her rags so simply

She has such angel eyes

::

~~

Out from the poison party

To dance below the Sky !






I

I

I

I am the one true hero

You've known this your whole life

(:;:

The flute casts it's notes to the wind

When we find each other

We will know why
Written by
jeffrey robin
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