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They got a box for you (by Tymin Tavel)
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Its gonna be black, its gonna be dark
and you won't know where its comin from
oooohhhhnoooooooo ......don't cry child.
Its gonna bring doom, its gonna bring gloom
its gonna consume you and I
ooohhhh nooooooooo......don't cry child.
Its comin back you know. Its comin for your soul.
theres nothing that you can do
they got a box for you.
You're gonna feel stained, you're gonna feel pain,
its gonna cut your brain and make you insane
ooohhhhhhwwoooooooo you better run now child.
Its gonna bust you, its gonna cut you
its gonna gut you and then it'll dust you,
ooohhhhhwwooooo you better run now child.
Its comin back you know. It wants your very soul.
there's nothing that you can do.
They got a box for you.
Its gonna take sight, its gonna take sound,
its gonna see that we're put in the ground
oooohhhhhhwwoooooo you better run now child.
Its gonna take the rich, its gonna take the poor,
so it won't matter who you are,
ooohhhhhnooooooooo you better run now child.
Cause its coming back you know
and it wants your very soul,
theres nothing that you can do,
its got a box for you. J.F.S.
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