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him on the TV. Hear him sing the blues. Welcome to his nightmare. He's been through the mill Death by misadventure. A case of overkill. Death by misadventure. Death by misadventure. Death by
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ordered up a thousand flyers. And walked next door to the laundromat and blew his brains out in the drier And the tag on his toe read Death by misadventure. Ain't that some way to go? Death by
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ordered up a thousand flyers. And walked next door to the laundromat and blew his brains out in the drier And the tag on his toe read Death by misadventure. Ain't that some way to go? Death by
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it ain't smooth that is for sure. Strange mood, what is the cure?. He's got that feeling of impending doom. Like being trapped in a casket inside a tomb, oh Death defied by will. Like a drug that
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it ain't smooth that is for sure. Strange mood, what is the cure?. He's got that feeling of impending doom. Like being trapped in a casket inside a tomb, oh Death defied by will. Like a drug that
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it ain't smooth that is for sure. Strange mood, what is the cure?. He's got that feeling of impending doom. Like being trapped in a casket inside a tomb, oh Death defied by will. Like a drug that
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our world. Ryranny raid our minds. We are possessed by death. Is this the fall of heaven or the rising of hell. For we have suffocated long before this. . In the shadow of the burning light
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Bài hát Zuka Zama - Bunga. intro. Chorus. Zuka zama zom zom zom!. Zuka zama zom zom zom!. instrumental. Bunga. Life's exciting, life is fun!. (Zuka zama zom zom zom!). A big adventure for everyone
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. Anyhow death is so much more You can just kill, kill and kill. Just kill em all if you will. Do you still wanna stay alive. Or join me me by my side I am the Death Unlimited. And death is all I have to
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Bài hát Bunga The Wise - Timon, Pumbaa, Bunga. Here’s one honey badger. Who’s smart as can be. He’s smarter than Pumbaa!. He’s smarter than me?. It may sound rooky. But it comes from Rafiki!. He’s
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learn by heart. Now give us a chance to share it. As life comes again. Love after death. The other half in a unit we're best. Love after death. This is forever, I have no regrets. Love after, love after
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. Meanwhile to the east and again to the north. Shiva awaits in the sand Smooth as leather unchained by the blade. A face made of stone will remain. Who will remember the love that we made. And hand writes
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Please sleep, my darlin', sleep. Your death by information. Won't disturb the peace on distant stars And even when you lock the doors. And slide behind the unlit shades. None of us saw strangers
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. So let it be done. I'm sent here by the chosen one. So let it be written. So let it be done. To kill the first born pharaoh son. I'm creeping death. Now. Let my people go, land of Goshen. Go. I will be
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us he'll die before he's sold. But I believe in this and it's been tested by research. He who fucks nuns will later join the church Death or glory becomes just another story. Death or glory becomes
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desire. By the light of the moon. I hear the devils choir. Oh I am I said. The queen of the dead. By the light of the moon. I bring the kiss of death Now the sun is fallin'. Soon the night will be
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him on the TV. Hear him sing the blues. Welcome to his nightmare. He's been through the mill Death by misadventure. A case of overkill. Death by misadventure. Death by misadventure. Death by
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ordered up a thousand flyers. And walked next door to the laundromat and blew his brains out in the drier And the tag on his toe read Death by misadventure. Ain't that some way to go? Death by
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Death's pointed at your head, your mind's on the trigger pull it. Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story. Scene of your rage, death is not strange. Blood on the walls, you stand alone
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Bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon. If I make it 'til tomorrow noon, I'm leaving. 'Tween the horror of space and the terror of time. My heart in crystal down the line, I'm screaming What
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Bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon. If I make it 'til tomorrow noon, I'm leaving. 'Tween the horror of space and the terror of time. My heart in crystal down the line, I'm screaming What
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tell us he'll die before he's sold. But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research. That he who fucks nun will later join the church. . Death or glory is just another story. Death or glory
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I will take your final breath. And I will be your last regret. Cold blood runs in my blackened heart. Tearing every soul apart Messenger of death wields the scythe. Of man's damnation. Messenger
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I will take your final breath. And I will be your last regret. Cold blood runs in my blackened heart. Tearing every soul apart Messenger of death wields the scythe. Of man's damnation. Messenger
