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White Zombie - Crow
He can't get away with by the time, he gets in front
of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one. At a
little before 5'oclock he when through the basement.
"Yes or no!" demanded man two bantering humor dry
in his throat. "Is there more than what sh e gave
you?" questioned man three as a growing flicker. Waved
across his eyes. "No!" The space surrounds
constitutes a classic climate this happens to now everyone
in the room. You feel traces a dying sound listen to the
time of your life. Standstill panic stricken. Ringing the
bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you,
transfixed by committed you say "I aint no
guillotine" The girl spoke from the doorway in her
rasping voice "what he wants is in the house" the
words hung there for a mo ment. Bending forward she plucked
she plucked the ashes from his cigarette and said something
nobody could understand. Nobody could understand, nobody
could understand. One moment of irritation you call back
"why me?" the vantage point above the stree t can
be exhilarating falling back to a perspective odyessy. A
track of thunder. Tower lust of decomposed intesity. I am I
am I am I am....
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