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Danse Surely
01:45
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Dance, Shirley, dance, dance
Dance cuz the cods are havin' a ball
Dance, mermaid, dance, dance
Dance on the arm of the sailor man
Cry, Captain, cry, cry
Cry like a baby in a dream
Dance, birdie, dance, dance
Dance like your feet were nailed to the floor....
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Demon Armageddon, I'm comin' for ya, boy
Die one thousand deaths cuz ya got me annoyed
Ya think your gonna save the world, I know your gonna fail
I'm gonna make a crater, I'm gonna raise some hell
My fists bleed death
And ya call this a street fight?
My fists bleed death
Oh, it makes me feel alright
My fists bleed death
And ya call this a street fight?
My fists bleed death
Well, it makes me feel alright
My fists bleed death (x4)
Die one thousand deaths!!!
I.E.D. blowin' up in front of me
Surgical hinge, now I got a backwards knee
Kickin' myself, now I'm talkin' literally
Human puppet, watch me dance without a string
I.E.D. (x5)....
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Sandy Crimson
02:57
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Sands stained, runnin' red
Cry thirsty and impatiently
File the last in the front
Hide the liquid, hide in the wet
I found you
Secrete dry, stand and sway
Empty essence, just a phase
Last chapter, then the epilogue
Hide the liquid, I'm drownin' on air
I found you
Sandy crimson doesn't fade
Somethin' goin' nowhere goin' fuckin' wrong
This desert used to be a beach
There used to be some room to fuckin' breathe
Then I found you....
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Tiger Helicide Gadsden, Alabama
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