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Murder By Death
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That Crown Don't Make You a Prince
All the drunks in the alleys Are takin up arms To undo thier whole lives in a day If thier hearts don't change before long In the heart of the beast they will lay
He peels the wood from the walls To get to us He steals the the good from this town So wash the black from your fingertips Give in Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Give in Give in
Raise up from the cellars Fill the streets with his dead This time This time This time
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