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    Reposter
    Bob Arctor

    par Bob Arctor

    72
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    As the pressure grows and these feelings flow
    trample on bodies, bodies in holes of faith
    times I've asked the lord for forgiveness
    while kept under a spell of a sweating locust's breath.
    No need to tell me 'cos its written on your face
    sliding down now with the black lights shining

    I don't care where you go you won't get away from me
    black as the night is day filled with no sympathy
    marching down the hall for a misery
    I don't care where you go you won't get away from me...

    Mouth tastes of sick stomach twisting inside
    everything's wrong and I can't get away
    the gravity of fear you can feel it coming near
    it's coming straight for you it'll twist and drag you down

    I don't care where you go you won't get away from me...

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