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Broken Records Been Playing

Broken records been playing. Playing there for your Pain. They're played there By the great teacher, Ma$ter No Name. Where for art thou Blood Stain? I'm the water of the mother of a New age Day breaks, only the chosen will be allowed passage On the mother ship's baby carriage. Step right up, my child Must be this tall to ride The death train of My funeral bride You can run but you can't hide The broken cisterns that hold your lies I Rolled the stone away to see And on the other side saw me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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