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I cant take a breath I cant make a move I cant think a thought I cant sing a song with a minimal groove I cant get away From the singular fact Well I cant take ... - Skeletons In My Closet
Forty-eight years of livin An angel in disguise Forty-eight years of lovin Smilin with my eyes Forty-eight years of memories Neatly tucked away When daylight di... - The Final Hour
Welcome to my, house Say what you want! Say it! Come play the shell game with the Madman And maybe you can win his bride Or you can try for something better Yo... - The Game
Lets take the time to find out whats inside Away from all this wind and rain The six arrive, the fire lights their eyes Invited here to learn to play The Game ...
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