You’ll be slaughtered by the beast
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Deep inside the shadows lies the cellar
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Where the beast emerges
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Filth of legend pale and foul
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You’ll satisfy it’s hellish urges
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You’ll be slaughtered by the beast
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Years long ago when the creature arrived
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The slaughter was brutal, just one left alive
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A new breed of victims moved into this hell
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Murders of innocents quickly befell
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Again there was one left alive like before
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She soon was turned into the beast’s willing whore
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A slave to it’s hideous mutated sex
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She’d kill for this unholy cannibal wretch
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Bearing it’s voracious young
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This nightmarish spawning begun
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Tales of torture and screams
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Bring unknowing blood offerings
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See the midnight tour
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Depicting scenes of carnage from the past
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The myths are real, you’re next to die
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Your first visit will be your last
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You’ll be slaughtered by the beast
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The ancient civilizations
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In their temples filled with dread
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Were linked together with their gods
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By rivers flowing red
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Prosperity and power
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Gained from bodies without heads
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In sacrifice the balance lies
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The chosen stricken down
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The gods' insatiable lust for death
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Had limits never found
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Harmony can only exist
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With corpses on the ground
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Humans squander greatness
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The ways of wisdom gone
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A cancerous shadow looming
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I must bring back the dawn
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Selected for this, I am
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This world screams inside
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The lambs await my coming
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I see inside their minds
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One by one the open minds
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Are standing by my side
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Taken from the hand of darkness
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For sanity they’ve cried
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Cast aside your past life
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You have joined the enlightened pride
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The ancient blood will spill again
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Our numbers only grow
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Our temples raised, our hearts are pure
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The power in us flows
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I’ll lead my people to the sun
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The time has come to go
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The vultures will feed and I will look down
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On the mangled far below
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Bone pale, dead moon
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Enraptured by the sweet scent of the grave
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She walks amongst the carven stones
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Seeing black, I found the morbid way
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I heard her call
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Her funeral moans
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I was transfixed
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She took my soul
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Dread night, crypt trip
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Following the shadows in my mind
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Lifeless clouded dead eyes gaze
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Dressed in filthy white, I saw her face
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Death entwined with beauty
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She drained my bleeding soul
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I saw the casket open
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She is a funeral
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Grey mist, death kiss
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In the ground six feet of darkness sighed
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Drifting down, I heard her laugh
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As the maggots squirmed between her thighs
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On the other side of the shattered mirror
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My world is dark
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From the corner of my blood red eye
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Repulsive shadows breed
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Grave mist swirls and black clouds harbor daggers
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In this hallucinatory wasteland
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I hear them crawl
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Spawned from the pits of a sickening world
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Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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Breath of the stench of the blackest soil
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Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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Worm like faces and filth encrusted hands
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Headstone hiders, casket riders
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Eyes like vomit stained clouded glass
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Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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They open up wounds on the cast away dead
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Leaning down with claws imbedded
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Inhaling pure death from dessicated heads
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Grotesquely twisted limbs
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And wretched minds contort
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Lifeless eyeballs are removed
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With the dead unbeating heart
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They’re crawling
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Only I can see them
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They want to eat my eyes
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But I’ll take them out myself
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Their feast will be denied
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Come into our house
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Within the darkness we are here
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Everyone who wanders in is sure to disappear
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The door behind you shuts and locks
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You smell the stench of death
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That’s when the hammer crashes down
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And annihilates your head
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Your ruined face
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It leaves a trail of crimson on the floor
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As your body’s dragged into a room
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With blood it is adorned
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The freezer’s full of butchered parts
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Of others just like you
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The rats can eat the scraps that drop
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And then we’ll eat them too
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We’ve been here for many years
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Inbreeding in the filth
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Through ages upon ages
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Of devouring our kills
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A naked blood stained light bulb
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Shows the mating on display
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Gurgling sounds emit
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From twisted worm like writhing shapes
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Here we are in wait for you
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Deformed and caked in gore
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This hammer made of lead and concrete |
Ever hungers more
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When the hammer meets the bone
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Your screams have gone unheard
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When pools of blood are red and deep
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Survival is absurd
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There is no sanctuary
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There is no mercy shown
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Blunt force smashing is the law
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Your skull and mind are blown
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I am the thorns
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That puncture your skin
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I am the storm
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Where your sanity’s been
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I am the flames
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That devour your bones
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I am the ashes
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Where shadows have grown
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The arch cadaver turns around
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Maggots falling from his eyes
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Surveying pummeled smoldering fields
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The living turned to clay they’ve met their day
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No battles fought
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Just a wave of his hand
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Death rays and smoke trails
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Wash over the land
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Born created conjured spun
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In webs of foul deeds undone
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Footsteps crush and shock the ground
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His fingers point to where you’re bound
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His head tilts back, his throat agape
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Look inside and see your fate
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Bleeding stars and moons rotate
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In ways that make the strong insane
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Lidless eyes, orbs of black
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Doorways to wrath
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All become one
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Heaped in great piles of ash
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Time has taken your living flesh
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Stolen your last gasping struggling breath
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Lungs in upheaval, brain in a tomb
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Becoming sand in a world of gloom
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No teeth in it’s skull, yet you’re eaten away
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Your epitaph clearer while tissues decay
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Your flesh, it turns to dust
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The dice of bones are carved and cast
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There’s pain to bring and time to kill
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There’s cemetery holes to fill
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Despite your will, you can’t command
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The reaper’s all ensnaring hand
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Lying on the floor I realize my fate
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I’ve become victim, I’ve become hate
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How did this horrible night come to be
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Piece by piece it comes after me
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It catches up and grabs my throat
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All I see is the head of a goat
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It’s sharpened fingers slice my face
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The catch is better than the chase
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It comes after me
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Running from the goathead
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Blood in my eyes, I cannot see
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Black heart chaser
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Terror races through my mind
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Running from the goathead
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I run with it behind… me
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Hallways that are long and dark
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Scratching walls, looking for a door
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The burns and cuts have left their mark
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I see others have come before
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What kind of fate did they meet
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This evil place cries for more
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With brutal weapons all are beat
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To live I must come to the fore
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Running from the goathead
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Running from the goathead
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Running from the goathead |