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I get in the impala To go on a hunt No, not for deer, moose, or duck I hunt for things you haven't seen These things are monsters, dark, and mean. Traveling with an angel Arsenal in the back Im hunting for demons Their eyes a glossy black Running and hiding that is most I grab my salt and hunt the ghost You say you are not afraid of the dark But I actually know what's out there But don't you worry cuz I hit my mark They are all real ghost and Demons So are witches, shifters, and vamps. Don't you worry about them dragons Sometimes alone sometimes in camps We are the Winchester brothers Hunters, Men of Letters We don't care what you call us Because we are earth protectors.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Monsters
I get in the impala To go on a hunt No, not for deer, moose, or duck I hunt for things you haven't seen These things are monsters, dark, and mean. Traveling with an angel Arsenal in the back Im hunting for demons Their eyes a glossy black Running and hiding that is most I grab my salt and hunt the ghost You say you are not afraid of the dark But I actually know what's out there But don't you worry cuz I hit my mark They are all real ghost and Demons So are witches, shifters, and vamps. Don't you worry about them dragons Sometimes alone sometimes in camps We are the Winchester brothers Hunters, Men of Letters We don't care what you call us Because we are earth protectors.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
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