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their lost homes. Shuffle to the ruins. From the levelled plain. To search among the tombstones When the angels fall. Shadows on the wall. In the thunder's call. Something haunts us all. When the
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baby. His bony hands will do you no harm. It says in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one Long time ago. You called upon the tombstones. Gambling with your soul for nothing. And now you're
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baby. His bony hands will do you no harm. It says in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one Long time ago. You called upon the tombstones. Gambling with your soul for nothing. And now you're
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to the sacred place,. This ain't a dream, I can't escape,. Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,. Spirits moaning among the tombstones,. And the night, when the moon is bright,. Someone cries
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. On a midnight to 8 shift. A graveyard romance can only give one chance. As the tombstones weave and breathe. Feeling happy when my heart got beating. On a Sunday afternoon. I dreamt of breezes
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. Strapped in chrome, to my homies. Where the tombstones at, where the hoes at?. 'cause to many didn't act like dikes, hermaphrodites. With benzene, amen. Look at the trash they biting. The life in times
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friend. They all just pretend to be. *, everybody this is to all of y'all. 'Cuz everybody is an enemy Watching my own back strapped in chrome, to my homies. Where the tombstones at, where the hoes
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. 'Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please. What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?" And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen. The timeless explosion of fantasy's
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of emptiness, voice vacancies. Till the tombstones of damage read no questions but, "Please. What's wrong, what's exactly the matter?". . And so it did happen, like it could have been foreseen
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tombstones A jamboree of surprises. Playing Russian roulette. Or the lucky dip. A clenched fist to your heart. Coal dust on your lungs A silver tongue for the chosen one. Heavy magnum in your side. Or a
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You know I smoked a lot of grass. Oh Lord I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin'. That my spirit could kill You know I've seen a lot of people. Walking around with tombstones in
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people walkin' 'round. With tombstones in their eyes. But the pusher don't care. Ah, if you live or if you die. . God damn, The Pusher. God damn, I say The Pusher. I said God damn, God damn The
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people walkin' 'round. With tombstones in their eyes. But the pusher don't care. Ah, if you live or if you die. . God damn, The Pusher. God damn, I say The Pusher. I said God damn, God damn The
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' round. Here with tombstones in their eyes. 'Cause the pusher don't care. Child if you live or if you die. God damn on the pusher, yea yea. I said God damn him. God damn him, pusher man. . You know
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Bài hát Immigrants (We Get The Job Done) - K'naan, Snow Tha Product. You know, and it gets into this whole issue of border security, you know, who's gonna say that the borders are secure? We've got