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Theory Of A Deadman Quiver

Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Just the thought of being alone Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide (Like a needle in a

Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Just the thought of being alone Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide (Like a needle in a

Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Just the thought of being alone Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide (Like a needle in a

Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Just the thought of being alone Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide (Like a needle in a