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Packed and racked like rats they were down in Hell |
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a detestable smell like a poison well, no heaven. |
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Chose a divine light they laughed that that was a drag |
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instead they lived in a bag, just caught a snag. |
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Pure craven. It's the final call great and small. |
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Our time not theirs we're all aware. Return... to heaven. |
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Grown up in the shitty with a gift to survive |
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and yes the time has arrived to know that love is alive this season. |
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But still they can't achieve to hope an alternative deny |
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what faith has to give a place where we want to live. |
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No reason. You all aware, don't you dare. |
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Everyone will be there. Return unto heaven. |
