The Dead Leaves

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The Dead Leaves


Our moms
Are going to hell
For every cast spell
For every lie
We're sons of fairy tales
With faithless minds and lips
Just hear our yell

Some kids should never be borned
Some things should get to the core
I know you're wanting
I saw you waiting for revenge

So here is the time that we have wasted
And here the dimes that once you gave me
Take all your plans
This is my life

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