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Every time I go, they’re there. I can’t escape the
glare, their stare. When they attack, they’re always in packs And I wish I could just disappear.
The little devil drags me along to see them singing some happy song. I know that it’s all a lie, so I try To run so that I can live a life that is long.
That place is so weird! I once saw a woman with a beard, But try as I do to avoid them through My footsteps they always can hear!
I wish I could just be brave And stand up like I wasn’t afraid, But I can’t and I won’t. Though I try, but I don’t Really think that my statement was made -Blood Staind Soul- .
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