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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 bloods run stale. I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you But with the beast inside theres nowhere we can hide. Dont get too close, its dark inside Its where my demons hide... -Jake Doucet (Scandal of Intrepid Hope by: Dennis Tardo)
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 14:21:32 +0000

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