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Paint the streets in white Death is the standard breach for a complex prize
I think it's sweet of you and your parents are proud but I would expect it from anyone now to protect life's indigenous sound...
Worship, play play Worship, play play Worship, play play Worship, play, worship, play//Worship-Worship Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play//Worship-Worship///
How the streets they swell While the animals make their way through the crowds If you keep listening you can hear it for miles God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile....
Worship, play, play Worship, play, worship, play Play and worship, play play play and worship, play//Worship-Worship/// play and worship, play//Worship-Worship/// play and worship, play//Worship-Worship/// Play and worship, play play Play and worship, play play Play and worship, play play play and worship, play//Worship-Worship///
And the crowd goes wild and the camera makes you seasick god it's so sweet of you and I know your proud And the car bomb hits click, click, click, faint smile....
Its the same sound....it's the same....sound.... And the crowd goes wild and the camera makes you seasick god it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud And the car bomb tick, tick with the same sound whith the same sound....hexagram
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