Whatever life throws at you
Don't hold a grudge
You're just letting it eat you up inside
Boiling and festering
Bubbling over with hate
Not good for the soul and mind
The Dream Rolls On
Three thirty in the mornin', sleeping in your bed Wrapped up in your blanket, soft pillow beneath your head Stars shinning brightly, t...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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