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These tunes we perform be only a score for ritual endured When we uphold the pure cure Humanity- The all-time great ungifted Needing presence in the present to ... - Head Games
[VERSE I] It all began with the crying of children Searching the cold landscape for something to get the blanks filled in Boiling temperatures had the paint on... - Suffer Great Nation
* send corrections to the typist [VERSE I] There's no turning back- I left my home burning in flames this morning Knowing the day after creates a new day dawn... - War at 120/80
[VERSE I] A poet of the streets who struggles with his own derangement The meek are skeletal remains under the pavement Made my peace with god we've made an ar...
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