I run
Run from all that is evil
And sob soft tears
By the the great oak tree on top of the hill
Oh, how I wish it would end
The evil
Why does it always torment me
And always leave me hurt
Oh, how I hate it
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC
I run
Run from all that is evil
And sob soft tears
By the the great oak tree on top of the hill
Oh, how I wish it would end
The evil
Why does it always torment me
And always leave me hurt
Oh, how I hate it
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