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We are all meant to stand in a line eyes forward arms to the side and when your turn comes bow out gracefully |
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I know what you've come for and your game you'd better believe that |
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I came to play |
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Double talk cross the line chatter doesn't matter |
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I've heard that before and when our turn comes we will take this day while this little angel sleeps his head all filled with dreams a desperate soul does scream please take me away spirit drenched a moment spent contemplating a sacrament hell awaits for those who take from the one whose soul creates his visions ride on angels wings his words are like a summer's breeze heaven sent and mostly bent restraint and compassion are already spent |
