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Fast approaching Monsters, marching in a row
Grab what slips your mind & what your memory won’t hold
Run, darling run.
I'll stall them if I can
You’ll escape & I'll be left rotting on the vine
Run, darling Run.
Ill stall them if I can
Youll escape & I'll be left rotting on the vine
Avert the childrens eyes
Forget left untold
Don’t look back to see
The blood River in the Road
Get revenge with my Blood
River in the Road
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