You take there pride, there roar,
what goar..
You take there skin and get some win?
take that shot,
oh whatta sin
there sold just bought.
that thaught must rot..
there little cubs chopped down to nubs,
oh why oh why,
you'd join there clubs You take the time.
to aim for gone,
good by nature, Sorrow spirit, they so wrong
last lion song..
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
You take there pride, there roar,
what goar..
You take there skin and get some win?
take that shot,
oh whatta sin
there sold just bought.
that thaught must rot..
there little cubs chopped down to nubs,
oh why oh why,
you'd join there clubs You take the time.
to aim for gone,
good by nature, Sorrow spirit, they so wrong
last lion song..
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