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Sticky, I've had to look all your songs up so far *shrugs*
Alan Parsons - "Children Of The Moon"
lyric:
"I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms"
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La Disciplina È La Mia Spada,
La Fede È Il Mio Schermo,
Non salti Ciecamente In Incertezza,
E Potete Raccogliere Le Ricompense.
Last edited by Prophecy; 06-23-2003 at 06:12 AM..
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