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I love another gents women
Creation of a loveless being
My soul aches in shameful waste
Eat your Turkey and Drink my Brew!
The past has no control of our souls
She looks at me and a Smile towards her
The eye trance of our dismay
this could be the end?
Play the scourers games and obey the rules
The darkness is filling with every pawn moved
The codes are not meant to be broken
End of this line we must sweetly dismiss
End of the line, end of the line, end of the line
Fear from these recognizable emotions
Old souls are going to be hurt
I know souls are in the wilderness of pain
Walking mutes of agony, I swam
knives to the many hearts existed
ride this feeling for a thousand thrills
She is my only true heart breaker.
So we all
Eat your Turkey and Drink my Brew!
Eat your Turkey and Drink my Brew!
She Plays the scourers games
never obeys the rules
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