GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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Scars on her face, filth in her hair, polution in her eyes, we kill the creature she creates then we wonder why she cries.


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“There was a time, I used to look into my fathers eyes. In a happy home, I was a kid I had a golden throne. Those days are gone, now they're memories on the wall. Now I hear the songs from the places where I was born ...”
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