clawdea benat Biography

I pay the dime that you spit
having me misunderstood for a long time
left out in the dark
while you are in the light
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i signaled my men
come come you're weary eye
wipe that tears from your hands
the storm will came, all the devils will die
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Reminiscing every heart of peace
I want to get back to that old clock
Has something strange that oranges can
Its just perceptions of a happy life
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I see now the reality
we just don't own the weight of this world
live up and just be happy
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I rarely come out from my closet
Would it took this far that it would heated?
My eyes were already crippled
Taken and unknown creatures has been living in here
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