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White Earl
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A river of humanity is flooding the road
Lost in the alleyways, people puddle, alone Theres a cold world, ready for the warmest of hearts Best of regards.. Ive seen better men fall, and regret what they saw The harsh realities of life, or the stink of disease The choir sings to the beat, and the sting of defeat Prick your finger and bleed Realize that this isnt a dream Its the life that you chose.. decisions that u live with, your means They all come to an end Everything is born to be dead Only the good die young, what a fortunate trend We press on, never knowing what tomoro could bring Or who you could see.. In the graveyard, where you usually grieve Rest in peace, live with stress The blue pill or the red If the good die young, im the killer, instead..
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-A.bove T.he R.est |
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