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March To Hell
March To Hell
The Fake God rallied his troops
You’re all in this with me
We either get the work contract
You remember before Brian
A year ago this now is worse
We either fly or crash n burn
Get the sales it depends
On you lot here you’re my team
Fake God was right on this
Only he could do the job
Guiding us skirting Hell
We started to get warm
In this all wer...
Wednesday 21st August 2024 3:58 am
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