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Temple Of The Morning Star I wake in cold sweat and there No one who cares this life No life its killing me I am Slowly dieing I cant be what You want me to be I am dead
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The Man who loves to hurt him self I came out backwards my heads fucked Up I need some violence I need real Love big man wipe that slate clean My heart is raceing as I am thrown To the ground the earth was shaking When I came in her mouth | |
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