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Demons When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see Are all made of gold When your dreams all fail And the ones we hail Are the worst of all And the blood’s run stale I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you But with the beast inside There’s nowhere we can hide No matter what we breed We still are made of greed This is my kingdom come This is my kingdom come https://youtube/watch?v=mWRsgZuwf_8
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 09:01:21 +0000

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