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Dead but free is what they talk about in alleys Of whispers they make beds And lay with their lies While dreams stand aside, too close to the fire As soon as they melt, the Lord becomes a liar.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
The Lord is a liar
Dead but free is what they talk about in alleys Of whispers they make beds And lay with their lies While dreams stand aside, too close to the fire As soon as they melt, the Lord becomes a liar.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
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