Out Of The Body
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Out Of The Body
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You could never be changed
Please follow me down
Six o'clock on Friday morning
Try to really change every day
I'm going to wastland
My father is sick
Sunday He Tried hideaway all my mistakes
But he can't fake
He know i'm realised with the alter aide, skies of mine
Stars and scratches around me
All the way you move down
They drag some curse
The morning rain
The horny train
And the masquerade slaves
Shoot me
Ever again
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