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Apr 2014
run
This ain't your
Sick evil war
Just run for the door
Is What I'm fighting for

I'll lay my life
On that knife
To save you strife

You are no royal
do not spoil
The throne we've given you
after all you have been through

Don't go back
She's a heart attack
she talks lots of smack

It's her pathetic choices
that gave you the voices
We'll down them out with noises

You are my friend
until the end
So don't be so stupid
You know what I'm saying here Johnny. Her heart ain't worth the blood
Auss
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Auss  Ft. Bliss
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