The Outline
The Outline - Death To Our Enemies lyrics
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We fold, in cold Lonely but never quite alone We're told, grow old The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone We sold our soul The spring of life we've left and grown In bold, script code The choice is chalk The path is known Over and over you told her to die Why must it always be this way?
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Language: English
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- Country: United States
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