GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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The street's a cold and lonely place, Livin' at the end of grace, And the mem'ries carved in stone upon the faces


track8
While America Sleeps
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“A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder, a lump in my throat, the size of a boulder, the chill up my spine can't get any colder, and you wonder why I can't smile.”
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