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Murderer murderer...

Murderer, murderer nock on the door
whispering, do you wonder what I’m here for?
I’m here to take your life, your wife and
your children to

Murderer, murderer nock on the door
I wonder, could he ask for more?
I have nothing more that he can take
Standing still, praying it al is fake

Murderer, murderer nock on the door
asking me, if I ever felt alive before?
My hole life I survived, satisfied
without having anything right, I said,
bring me the night and I will fight

Murderer, murderer nock on the door
bleeding trough his open sore
I tock his knife and stabbed
him against the door, whispering,
you wont be around no more.
You tried to get my mind
trough my skin
so peekaboo
you loose
I win





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Publicerad 2008-02-16 09:21



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