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Crush The Everlasting Other

Drink down, dress up, you're on here's this bottle of excuses and you'll be gone all the consequences of young love and the promises that we can't keep

your ass I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass What you running for bitch? You fake Irish faggot You got a big booty Everlast let me tag

succeed in their quest for continued time. Celebrate. Cursed to be walkin in the shadows of death for a lifetime. The knowledge of the everlasting, never

of their riders They bear a standard of the blackest steel with two snakes facing each other The symbol of a new born religion, rising to crush all the others

your own. Skill to gain. Own the strain. Lease your future hold. Future home. Undying will. Silence all. Strife the odds. Overcome. Brave return. Crush

your own. Skill to gain. Own the strain. Lease your future hold. Future home. Undying will. Silence all. Strife the odds. Overcome. Brave return. Crush

own. Skill to gain. Own the strain. Lease your future hold. Future home. Undying will. Silence all. Strife the odds. Overcome. Brave return. Crush rivalry

their riders They bear a standard of the blackest steel with two snakes facing each other The symbol of a new born religion, rising to crush all the others

your own. Skill to gain. Own the strain. Lease your future hold. Future home. Undying will. Silence all. Strife the odds. Overcome. Brave return. Crush