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haircut and clothes we're really all the same. They threaten our lives with nuclear war. Gonna cruficy us. just once more. Join the new church. Be a lord of the new church hey. Truth can't be found on
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stares. Dead hearts. In the Church Of Nothing. Were all dead in the eyes of the lord. Well break out when the heavens fall. Were all dead in the eyes of the lord. Were all dead. Were all dead
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troubles of the day We will walk among the graves of. Men long dead with presidents' names and. Listen to the water flow softly by I will kiss you on the lips now. And as the sky grows dark we'll strip
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only heaven I'll be sent to. Is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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Bài hát The Pulse Of The Dead - Parasite Inc. Heartbeat, can you be faking?. Dead inside. I‘m waking. Beat me!. I feel a little sick!. Where is the trick?. Your lies are on to kill me. kill the pulse
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(Bator/James). Seducer. I heard the devil curse/I recognized my name. Immaculate deception/I prophesyed my fame. Seducer. My slight-of-hand genius/you fell under the spell. My scientific
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Day Of The Dead (Audio) - AJ Hoge. I arrive in Guatemala on The Day of the Dead, November 1st. I’m curious about this holiday, so I go. to the cemetery to see what’s happening. What I find is quite
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of our own lies the alphabet of the free As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember them?. As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember
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(Bator/James). A Roman is invading Britain after hundreds of year. With a pope. star's world tour amidst fanatical tears. A false prophet, the. bible warns us. Who's wearing a crown. Deceiving
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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This is the City of the Dead. As we lie side by side in bed. I'd do something else instead. It is the City of the Dead When we went out kickin' around. But you got drunk an' fallen down. An' I
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chum. Carbonated gastric stew. Excreted, distilled, and imbibed. A nidorous concoction fermented to proof. The dead I tap, siphon, and grind solo "Dead Drunk" by S. C. McGrath. solo "Consumption of
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Precious years of memories. Oh, what joy they bring to me. How I long once more to be. With my friends at the old country church How I wish that today all the people would pray. Like we prayed in that
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(Bator/James). I got the feeling - hey. Whoops - hey. Now. world powers. collided in the final stage. History. Black castle remnants. of the indrustrial age. Secret war exploded into nuclear
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Throw away yesterday. Today is a brand new day. Throw away yesterday. Today is a brand new day Welcome to. The church of what's happening now. Head straight through. It costs nothing but change
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. The dead are dancing. The dead are dancing in the town Yes, the dead are dancing. The dead are dancing. The dead are dancing in the town Mother Mary comes to me. In this graveyard of hypocrisy. But
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wall In the cool red light. In the dead of the night. We wash the pain away, yeah, yeah. As the night turns into morning. And the morning into day. We wash away, wash away. Wash away the pain
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get dead with the living dead now. Your so dead and I'm so dead. We're all so dead with the living dead. The living dead is walking among us. Thousands of rotting corpses. Feeding from the flesh of the
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gettin' married in the morning. Ding, dong, the bells are gonna chime. Pull out the stopper, we'll have a whopper. But get me to the church on time. . I got to get there in the morning. Spruced up
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Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A The torture of eight
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the kiss of death. I love the pleasure and I love the pain. I am the kiss of death. Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum. I smell the blood of an Englishman. I wanna love ya' in the ultimate fashion. I'm only guilty of a
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knew he could not stop. Always living with the threat of death ahead. Folks you'd better stop and think, everybody knows we're on the brink. What will happen now, that the King is dead? We can all
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Song The Outsiders - Eric Church. They're the in crowd, we're the other ones. It's a different kind of cloth that we're cut from. We let our colors show, where the numbers ain't. With the paint
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go, can't say no, to the church
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(Bator/James). The city eats it's children of dust from the cradle to grave. Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of. dream-dwelling slaves. The stranger scares the
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Bài hát King Of The Dead - Xxxtentacion. Intro. Yah, yah. Yah, yah. Yah, haha. Members Only Vol. 2. Verse 1. Ayy, pick up the pace. Tell 'em why I ain’t find no haze. Indeed I am ready, my outfit in
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Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs. Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes. Dead martyrs always take it further. Dead heroes know no fear Living for some happiness. Find nothing that satisfies. Had a
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use for you. The dead girls of London. Why do they act that way?. . Maybe it's the water, mama. Maybe it's the tea. Maybe it's the way they was raised. Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the
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(Bator/James). If you're living outside of the law. Run to your hole-in-the-wall. Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn. Find safety and refuge within. Strangers' bazzar. Doesn't matter who you
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. Nuclear. politicians picture show. The acting's lousy but the blind don't. know. They scare us all with threats of war. So we forget. just how bad things are. You taste the fear when you're all
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be when they come. 7 days to the poison. And a place in heaven. Time drawing near as they come to take us. . This is my church of choice. Love's
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be when they come. 7 days to the poison. And a place in heaven. Time drawing near as they come to take us. . This is my church of choice. Love's
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The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain. Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well. Constructed a monument to denial and excess. Sunk so low, crawled so far back
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Lipstick killers of London Town. The street-beat cool of New York City. The cat walks in Gay Paree'. Struttin'through towns without pity. Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers. Just you and me/A menace
