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The King and his Queen |
Until Eternity |
Grave Digger |
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With the gray smoke covering me
I float down with the intentions of grabbing another body from the ground
Is it a sickness nobody understands
I'm all alone except for all the dead bodies I'm keeping up in my home
They always listen to me
Never interrupt or pass judgment
I can really be myself around them
And I love it, it's my own world
Hand picked from the tombs of past one's
Now give me your grave stone to dance on
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