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In the great book of John you're warned of the day. When you'll be laid beneath the cold clay. The angel of death will come from the sky. And claim your poor soul when the time comes to die
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Bài hát The Garden Of Death - Little Green Cars. I was born on April 15th. Into the arms of my family. But now that I'm gone at 21. Into the arms of everyone. The world is a web. And it's caught you
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'cause they don't understand how Death or glory becomes just another story. Death or glory becomes just another story 'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll. Grabs the mike to tell
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Intro. Artificial death in the west, east. Pyramids on deck shine. Wet hair on her neck, breathe. She shoot pussy through your chest, you die Hook. There was a artificial death in the west, east
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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
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Little death, witchy hex. Leave disturbance in my head. Cowboy mouth, Indian blood. Little death, the perfect curse Little death, thief of fire. Love you baby 'til the day I die. Cloven hoof
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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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tiThe Chronicles of Life and Dea. arGood Charlotte. alThe Chronicles of Life and Dea. offset700. The Chronicles Of Life And Death. Good Charlotte. You come in cold. You're covered in blood. They're
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, I don't want you there. But you come and you go, like a millionaire. You take a walk right across my soul. You're in control and everybody down here knows You're the life and the death of the party
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Song Alone - Sara Evans. Thank you for the roses that you sent me. They're beautiful. And you asked me to think of you. You know I will. Your note just said "I'm sorry, please forgive me". I always
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Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in. The concierge was cold,. The water pipes had mold all over them. The room was fit for two,. The bed was left in ruins. The neighbor was knocking
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Bài hát Death Is Wasted On The Dead - Deathstars. They said that your scream was heard through the storm. It was a desperate noise that shocked the sky. And they told me about all the holes in your
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Bài hát Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene - Hozier. I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful. Toying somewhere between love and abuse. Calling to join them the wretched and joyful. Shaking
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. . Beyond the realms of death. . He had enough. He couldn't take anymore. He'd found a place. In his mind and slammed the door. No matter how they tried. They couldn't understand. They washed and
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. . Beyond the realms of death. . He had enough. He couldn't take anymore. He'd found a place. In his mind and slammed the door. No matter how they tried. They couldn't understand. They washed and
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Beyond the realms of death
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Beyond the realms of death
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you just can't see the signs Ohh, you'll never win the race but you can't give up the chase. Death alley driver, livin' at high speed, death alley driver, yeah. Death alley driver, who knows what you
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Within the depths of darkness. Amidst delusive fog. There waits a path to nowhere. Forthright be stepped upon Walking through the heinous forest. The panic and rush of fright. She feels them
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My death is like. A swinging door. A patient girl who knows the score. Whistle for her. And the passing time My death waits like. A bible truth. At the funeral of my youth. Weep loud for that
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My death is like. A swinging door. A patient girl who knows the score. Whistle for her. And the passing time My death waits like. A bible truth. At the funeral of my youth. Weep loud for that
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The river ran through Howard County. It was the life blood of the land. It made fields of green tobacco. Aching backs and callused hands. Mama talked of a coming battle. That the women folk had
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anybody anybody everybody. Get off me. Everybody ain't nobody anybody ain't nobody. Get off me Bury me two thumb disappear three eye I run among you. Bass rattle stars out the sky Sudden death in the
