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Thru the grave, baby
Thru your mind
Open wide, baby
A hundred miles
Just enough a water
To lick your face
Black snake is moaning
In your embrace
There is twelve blind mans
'Round your eyes
They talking 'bout God
But you see just a sky
Heaven and hell
In your arms
Cast down on earth
This bleeding lump
We all looking for something
In the old man eyes
But still looking for truth
In the devil's lie
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released July 26, 2012
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