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Slayground - meets you ! |
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Born full of innocence, right from day one |
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Infancy our future, from violence they run |
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Caused by sickness that diseases this world |
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Into the open where it must be hurled |
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You know what |
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I'm saying ? |
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So what Mr. |
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Morals, if you think there's a cure |
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It sure won't be helping that raped little girl |
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She now lives her life through intense mental pain |
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While you're trying to fix your better-off-dead brain |
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So what Mr. |
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Morals Waiting in confinement |
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You know you'll pay the cost |
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Now tell me what do you know |
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Now that their life is lost |
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Waiting for answers |
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Slayground - meets you ! |
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So what do you say |
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Mr. Morals ? |
