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Apex Theory Miscellaneous Add Mission Behold the movie of the year Tastes like luck, but feels clear March on nails for biter souls Until rust becomes rare and cold. Behold the movie of the year Tastes like luck, but feels clear March on nails for bitter souls Until rust becomes rare and cold. You've made an error in mis-judging us We're really happy, if you'd just ask Maybe you've been mislead to believe That we have nothing, less than this Same stories have been played out for ages I'm ready to be given the chance For saying our side, our version or choice Cameras capture numerous nights of romance Behold the movie of the year Tastes like luck, but feels clear March on nails for biter souls Until rust becomes rare and cold. Where do they come from, these suspicious critics Frazzled at their clever incisions Mistake your way, bottom-line my days Greet me with your guilt and shame Same stories have been played out for ages I'm ready to be given the chance For saying our side, our version or choice Cameras capture numerous nights of romance Behold the movie of the year Tastes like luck, but feels clear March on nails for biter souls Until rust becomes rare and cold. Pass on, null the essence The undying patience We're here for good. Behold the movie of the year Tastes like luck, but feels clear March on nails for biter souls Until rust becomes rare and cold. |
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