Evil lurks upon the land, guided by the devil's hand, nothing we can do about it, no nothing we can do. The Lord watches over the righteous men, not a mad man with a pen.
Does the Lord watch over me? That I'll never know, yesterday there was some rain, today nothing but snow.
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The story of my life, is hard to tell, sometimes it's great, sometimes, it's hell. All of the thoughts I have in my head, all my thoughts, are now dead. Is this the end? No, not yet, I want to buy a house, I want to buy a jet.
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I am hurt, oh yes I am, I am hurt, I've been treated like dirt.
No one cares, oh yes I swear, I will find my vengeance one day.
Maybe it'll be march, or April or June, or maybe I'll make it May.
I'm hurt, and I cant go back, back to that evil house, that house is
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