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May 2019
Aye I wish it weren’t like that lady but the truth remains the same
We waltz and **** and lie at will for the sake of this twisted game
Souls will fall down off the wall and we’ll applaud what never was
And then we’ll laugh and drink and nary think to look upon because
Written by
Jamison Bell
115
     ---, Dennis Willis and Bogdan Dragos
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