Tekster:
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ve been there before It all just bends and then it's over Bow to him for he's coward Bow to him for he's your master The black sheep are lost but not

Push , shove and kick You think you're tough But when the gun clicks You'll wish you had enough There's no way out Like a baby needs it's mother You

If time could stand still Except the things that I do I would take my Time and all of your time too Life a trillion years Life would be silent without

There's a boy the horizon asking his father why There's so many billions of people with faith in beliefs To some it's worth nothing and others worth fighting for But it's

your nose It's no wonder you're fake What you say is what you make You're the toy that no one wants to play with All your parts are broken. It's your

E-A-L-I-T-Y It's a secret that everyone but me already knows Like a warm summer breeze in the snow It's cake. It's cake and everyone's got a fucking