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far away to foreign land off the cross pearl settle down with the nearest knife by my side and in the year of the plague jump back into the heaven you can’t get it straight if you double track from hell to make sure of yourself in Gomorrah the medicine man has the cure for your troubles as we stagger to the next parlor for another round of joy but then the air gets thin with the sweet rise of misery follow the trail to Sebastian road pluck out the arrows or suffer at will in Gomorrah if i stay here any longer than i should might as well meet the maker into the orange house to where she said to meet but without a pause a light arose falling forward onto the ground to make a safe bet i never knew what was to come in Gomorrah
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
gomorrah
far away to foreign land off the cross pearl settle down with the nearest knife by my side and in the year of the plague jump back into the heaven you can’t get it straight if you double track from hell to make sure of yourself in Gomorrah the medicine man has the cure for your troubles as we stagger to the next parlor for another round of joy but then the air gets thin with the sweet rise of misery follow the trail to Sebastian road pluck out the arrows or suffer at will in Gomorrah if i stay here any longer than i should might as well meet the maker into the orange house to where she said to meet but without a pause a light arose falling forward onto the ground to make a safe bet i never knew what was to come in Gomorrah
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
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