The Reaper
I've buried some and I'll bury some more
Hell no I don't keep score
If you see me, it's over
Shoulda picked a different clover
I don't care whose gonna miss you
I just wanna hurry up and get through
Don't cry or try to run
You can't believe things I can do son
Nah, go ahead
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