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Paradise Lost - Mouth lyrics
Feel So Low Some Days And Only I Can Taste Resent Security Obscuring All I See In My Mind In My Mouth In My Soul Only You Provide These Symptoms That I Show I Could Go Out In Style Go Back From Where I Came But Luck Sees To Us All And Rarely Plays The Game We've Seen It All Through Many Years Of Lonesome Hell Back To A Place Where We All Terminate |
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