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I stand this day We Know sunday morning It's not for me to stay
This is one of days This is one of these is one of these days That evereything is up And my head, grinding my head my head
I'll for the messenger Between the darkness he will the clarity
is one of these days This is one of days This is one of these evereything is fucked up And grinding my head, my head my head
Where did my run and hide? Where are the guys lucky eyes? Where do the sleep at night? Sleep night, How can I?
did my angels run and hide? Where are the guys lucky eyes? do the strangers sleep at night? Sleep night, how can I?
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I stand this day We Know sunday morning It's not possible for me to stay a day or a
So wait for the messenger Between the darkness he will provide the Can not
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is one of these days