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Converge Dead

Pick your poison as dead beats do Leave a wake in the hearts that hurt you Pick your poison as dead beats do Blood pulsing through your wounds A thousand

Traducere: Converge. Mort.

would you tell me? If I was saying would you hear me? You asked for everything but never loved. If I was praying would you kill me? You never loved me. Dead

, would you tell me? If i was saying, would you hear me? You asked for everything, but never loved. If i was praying, would you kill me? You never loved me. Dead