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StormRage
Гостин
I don't really think that I'm often ill
What would you wear to death a cross or nil
llShould've known she was only out to fill
Some sort of void I was out to kill
Any time left was the sand that fell
Anything to keep me from standing still
Spend it like you happened to land a mil
Wake up throwing up random pills
You want to feel it under your bones in your marrow
You hope cupid ran off with more arrows
Better off in passage ways to find pharaohs
When the road you walk is too narrow
Start flying stop falling
Like you did when you first stopped crawling
Threw it all on the table and went all in
Cause I knew it had to be my calling
