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History
Gave my love to two thousand yesterdays Nothing is wrong I am always a little late Probably will probably won't, get this disease cut out my throat All of a sudden you come my way, baby believer I won't be saved by morning after Struggling my name, slave turned to master History moans, mouth of our father History moans, mouth of my father, mouth of my father
Edge of my bed, benzedrine telephone Struggling to speak, I'm sicker than sickest dog Falling faster than liar's grin, we need to be saved from the shit we're in I believe in you I have found, the perfect way to bring me down I won't be saved, by all your yesterdays Piss on my grave, piss on the underlay History moans, mouth of our father History moans, mouth of my father, mouth of my father Mouth of my father, mouth of my father, mouth of my father
History moans, history moans, history moans, mouth of my father Mouth of my father, mouth of my father
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