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Precious Death
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No Can Do
I feel the winds of change, more than meets the eye. I got fire on this face, oh Lord, no can do Here we are, again, myriads of temptation and then, now the beast, let us fight, senses dull I do this every night. Pot of gold. If I fall, then you'd come again to take my all, so I say, baby no way Pushing, pulling me, take me to the edge insanity, now this beast, will I fight, can't tell right from wrong from black from white, pot of gold, if I fall, so you come again to take my all, so I say, baby, no way
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