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Young Thief

The taste of you leaving for good 
Is a taste that I can't stomach
No wonder I've been vomiting
I haven't felt like myself since you

I heard the old tree on the hill 
They cut down and made it into a cross
They're going to put me on it for the sins that I've done
Just a young thief looking for a ring

Love is always there
But I'll die for love
Because without you there's no hope

◄ All Alone

Warm Up ►

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Damon Blackery

Wed 25th Apr 2018 16:01

Thank you

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