

They Butcher SoulsThey butcher souls, dear They butcher souls. The man who works in the mines His skin stretched across his face He picks at the walls He does not see the dead canary Face up in its cage They butcher souls, dear They butcher souls. The bride sits alone Her soft face dappled with happy sunshine A smile shining with innocence As her groom makes love to the bridesmaidThey Butcher Souls
In the bed they would soon share They butcher souls, dear They butcher souls. The child with the sailboat Splashes in his bathtub Dreaming of ships coming to harbor And
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My Channel
If you're bored then you're boring.
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"I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy!"
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"I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy!"
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"I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy!"
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