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edwill makamu Dec 2015
They are many, well planted
well grown and beautiful
well structured and munipulated
the motive is to keep the place alluring

Wow! Yoh! A TWINGLE OF AN EYE ON THEM
Yaah! SO ATTRACTIVE AND FLOWERISHED

When you glance towards them, they fascinate
When you comes near, there's force - alike gravity
Where all succeders and loosers
Well known matured an famous

Wow! Yoh! A TWINGLE OF AN EYE ON THEM
Yaah! SO ATTRACTIVE AND FLOWERISHED

Everybody likes them,
but not everybody got them
They resist heat
though they are portable
Not everybody can touch them

Definitely everybody loves them
I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games
And Evil Charns
Selfishness And Cold Dead Stares
This State Of Momentary
Darkened Night
But In The Morning Light I Will See The Sun.

You Lose, I Win, Game Over For You
Now I've Got All The Power
It's In My Hands
I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games.

I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games
And Evil Charms
Lies, Deciet And Munipulated Stories
This State Of Momentary Feelings.

But Come The Waves Washing Over Me
I Will Be Made A New Creation
Behold All Of The Old Is Now Dead Weeds
Plucked From The Deepest Part Of Me.

Gone Are The Days Of Being Bound
These Prison Chains Are Broken
Free At Last To Breathe The Air, At Last
I Know That I Am Finally Free.

I Win, You Lose, Game Over For You
Now I've Got The Power
It's In My Hands
I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games.

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