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Can't spell But he means well Has a mean tale to tell Tall tale We drinkale And prevail Over our enemies Demons hear us scream We wont back Down now Somehow Someway Were gonna let God save The day His way Or THE HIGHWAY GET THEE BEHIND ME (Jehnehnehnehneh jehnehnehneh neh-neh nehnehnehnehneh JEHnehneh) (Crazy guitar solo-to pause-to bassdrop) WE ARE THE VOICES OF MARTYRS WE ARE WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF LAMB WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SON we've allready won ( guitars) DRUMS
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Jeanyuss
Can't spell But he means well Has a mean tale to tell Tall tale We drinkale And prevail Over our enemies Demons hear us scream We wont back Down now Somehow Someway Were gonna let God save The day His way Or THE HIGHWAY GET THEE BEHIND ME (Jehnehnehnehneh jehnehnehneh neh-neh nehnehnehnehneh JEHnehneh) (Crazy guitar solo-to pause-to bassdrop) WE ARE THE VOICES OF MARTYRS WE ARE WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF LAMB WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SON we've allready won ( guitars) DRUMS
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
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