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MORBID ANGEL (by CRAWLING DEAD)
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I HAVE AN ANGEL BY MY SIDE HE RUNS AROUND INSIDE MY MIND HE TEARS AND CHEWS ON MY SPINE AND WITH EACH BITE HE KILLS MY MIND MORBID ANGLE IS HIS NAME AND WHEN HE COMES SO DOES RAIN BUT THE RAIN IS ONLY PAIN HE SHOUTS AND SCREAMS AND GIVES ME DREAMS WHEN HE PLAYS IN THE RAIN HE CAUSES ME ALL SORTS OF PAIN AND THEN I START TO WONDER, IF IM SAIN BUT I CANT THINK FOR ALL THE PAIN NOW MY LITTLE FREIND IS DEAD BUT WAS HE A FREIND IF ALL HE DID WAS CAUSE SO MUCH DREAD
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