GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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Scars on her face, filth in her hair, polution in her eyes, we kill the creature she creates then we wonder why she cries.


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“Somehow, somewhere, someone sold me the wrong set of dreams. Like a rag doll in careless hands, I come apart at the seams.”
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