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Found Dead Hanging The Places We Go To Die Are Never Far From Home

never ending relentless its endless pounding torment with every footstep pray for me to find my way pray for me to find my way found my way home.... at least i've found

balcony down And we'd say. "Okay, boys... we're goin' home, but before we go here's a few more partin' shots!" And this... this we did in perfect unison

have gained so much power? What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools? * We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops