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See that demon She's a hydra Her faces they multiply Piercing light Made of truth Cuts down her wicked lies I was caught once In that succubus' grip Tell you then life was sad Happily, I'm freed now And I know that I will never go back Yes I know I'll never go back It was hard times living that lifestyle Witness crimes your best friends make I was lost and lonely Dosing off my last mistake You'd find me beaten And I'd be crying Over the little bit of milk I spilt What you don't know What I won't say It's something that I would never admit See that demon She's a hydra And I'm in round 3 with her She's winning, and I'm quitting But the girl don't know all my tricks Because I'm fooling Make a feint move Then swing those words with all my might listen (Honey listen to me) Very closely (This isn't working out) I'll tell you all that I have learned(we aren't the same people we were) when they call you (and I've got to go) To come home (I'll never forget...) It's valuable if it's what you yearn.(Goodbye)
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
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See that demon She's a hydra Her faces they multiply Piercing light Made of truth Cuts down her wicked lies I was caught once In that succubus' grip Tell you then life was sad Happily, I'm freed now And I know that I will never go back Yes I know I'll never go back It was hard times living that lifestyle Witness crimes your best friends make I was lost and lonely Dosing off my last mistake You'd find me beaten And I'd be crying Over the little bit of milk I spilt What you don't know What I won't say It's something that I would never admit See that demon She's a hydra And I'm in round 3 with her She's winning, and I'm quitting But the girl don't know all my tricks Because I'm fooling Make a feint move Then swing those words with all my might listen (Honey listen to me) Very closely (This isn't working out) I'll tell you all that I have learned(we aren't the same people we were) when they call you (and I've got to go) To come home (I'll never forget...) It's valuable if it's what you yearn.(Goodbye)
Pick up a black stone, never let it go.
TheWonderfulMoebius
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
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