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Song Virgin Blood Spiller - Barathrum. red is the colour of virgin blood so pure. for this mind's fire there's only one sure cure. thirst for maid's liquid of life. can be stopped by following act
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When the one thing in your life comes crashing. What you gonna do?. When naivety was my energy. Like power was you tool And you broke me down like diamonds. Turned my blood to rust. Abuser of an
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Pure love, baby it's pure love. Milk and honey and Captain Krunch and you in the mornin'. Pure love, baby it's pure love. Ninety nine and forty four one hundreds percent pure love I wake up with
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. . To live for You. It's my desire. To live in truth!. . Chorus. Let the meditation. Of my heart be pure,. Of my mind stay pure,. Lord, I will endure;. . Every melody that comes. From me be
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test Imagine, imagine saying what can be said. Imagine, imagine each word a bullet 'til you're dead. Imagine, imagine killing something you love. Imagine, just think about living inside Blood on your
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promise only brothers understand But we were so young. (So young). One for all and all for one. (For one). Just as sure as the river's gonna run Blood on blood, one on one. We'd still be standing when
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unverified. Into the unverified This feeling is pure. They're shooting up love. Into my blood. Into my blood
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. Successive thoughts you don't have. But you still pretend Keep on talking anyway. Protected by what you know. No one will ever say Because you can't be pure. You're self assured Uhh. You can't. You can't
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Bài hát Pure Grinding - Avicii . Working my money ‘till I get gold. Every Friday mornin'. Working my money ‘till I get gold. Cause I can't get enough. Working my money ‘till I get gold. Every Friday
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Spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus. Stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their sponges. It's my blood, it's my blood Paint Ed big, turn
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Spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus. Stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their sponges. It's my blood, it's my blood Paint Ed big, turn
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Instrumental. Bullshit!. Drop. This is pure noise. Breakdown. Oh my god. What kind of *** is this?. A musical rubbish. This music is just fuckin' stupid!. This isn't real music. This is pure noise
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Part I PURE. Intro Kevin Aviance, Kevin Jz Prodigy & Beyoncé. * (* to the feminine, what). * (* to the feminine). Cunty (* to the feminine, what). Cunty (* to the feminine, what
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Ingrid Michaelson - Blood Brothers. LYRICS. If you knew me would you save that seat for me. If you knew me would you finally let me free. We're all blood, we're all blood, blood brothers. We're all
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Come with me and you'll be. In a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you'll see. Into your imagination. We'll begin with a spin. Travelling in the world of my creation. What we'll see will
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Verse 1. Come with me and you'll be. In a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you'll see. Into your imagination. We'll begin with a spin. Traveling in the world of my creation. What we'll see
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Peaceful confrontation meet war machine. Seizing all civil liberties. Honest ballotation among banshee. Spilling blood throughout society You cannot hide the face of death. Oppression ruled by
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Come with me. And you'll be. In a world of. Pure imagination. What you'll find. When you look. Into your imagination. . We'll begin. With a spin. Traveling in. The world of my creation
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Bad blood, rivers run dry. Thunder comes and the Children cry, bad blood. never can change, no one here to blame. bad blood, older than time. followed me down loom my fathect tribe. bad blood
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Hammer on a skillet up they come. Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum. Watch out, people I'm a greedy man. Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan. Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood
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Come with me. And you'll be. In a world of. Pure imagination. Take a look. And you'll see. Into your imagination We'll begin. With a spin. Traveling in. The world of my creation. What we'll
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Come with me. And you'll be. In a world of. Pure imagination. Take a look. And you'll see. Into your imagination We'll begin. With a spin. Traveling in. The world of my creation. What we'll
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music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte. lyrics - Ross Sewage Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe. Acquired for a blood bath In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying. A