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Days Of The New Weapon The Wound

I won't break this, it took so long to make this The life I lead is getting through to me I won't take this, took so long to get rid of this Anything

I won't break this It took so long to make this The life I lead is getting through to me I won't take this Took so long to get rid of this Anything

your peeps Inscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalm If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon My

best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My cruel weapons have been put on the