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It’s Raining Styx And Stones.
I Wanna Pick My Bones
Out Of, Out Of My Skin
And Walk Around With Him.
It’s Raining Bricks And Lightning.
Pray Away for A Life Less Frightening
And Bet On, Bet On My Sins
Then Walk Around With Him
‘Cuz In The Future We All Pretend.
Eyes Ahead, The Past Is Dim.
‘Cuz In The Future We All Pretend.
In The Future We All Pretend.
In The Future We All Pretend.
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Sunday 26th May 2019 3:23 am
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