The Grey Raves on the chin.

Lovely, jolly hoiting twice, oh, you'd never understand.

I found soulless in a place designed to extract a living thing

The war will turn to range

Should I've stayed?

Now I knew

Sent to stage

Ment all the world to you

Where to go

Now I see

Someone else

Never meet

Stop the loss

Take it on the chin

I can see it make it's way from a single stair designed to kill

It won't stop calling

in the

bulk of what

I used to call my head

The woman will

turns in wage Should I stay?

Now I knew

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