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Wednesday 13 Skeletons A D

different, Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets. I hear them, they're calling, The skeletons in my closet. It's taking parts of me, into the unknown, It's like a

She's got a price on my head, And that price is D.E.A.D. dead, Another story of a love gone bad, Now she wants me in a body bag. I gotta get out, Get