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Republic Of Wolves The His Old Branches Ep

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Republic Of Wolves (The). His Old Branches - EP. Done Haunting Houses. Republic of Wolves (The). Hans gamla grenar - EP. Klar Haunting Hus.
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Death is the devil?s work Love is a cheap card trick Truth is a poor man?s dream Thought is a quicksand maze And all my years spent cursing up the stairs

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Republic Of Wolves (The). His Old Branches - EP. Cardinals. Republic of Wolves (The). Hans gamla grenar - EP. Cardinals.
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Reach in for it Your rusted iron covered claws Pour out your breath into the furnace again And I think I?ve found a better way to live And I think I?

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Republic Of Wolves (The). His Old Branches - EP. For His Old Branches. Republic of Wolves (The). Hans gamla grenar - EP. För Hans gamla grenar.
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lay an axe to his old branches They dug a coal mine by your house His yelling kept you up all night All of your friends got caught between his black

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Republic Of Wolves (The). His Old Branches - EP. A Weather Vane. Republic of Wolves (The). Hans gamla grenar - EP. En vindflöjel.
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All that time that you kill pulling smoke to your lungs in a parking lot covered in green glass and shimmering the light on your face starts to darken

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Republic Of Wolves (The). His Old Branches - EP. Spill. Republic of Wolves (The). Hans gamla grenar - EP. Spill.
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cutting up your feet God was in our back yard tearing down our fence calling out our father's name again we fixed him to the floor covered up his ears

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Republic Of Wolves (The). His Old Branches - EP. The Clouds. Republic of Wolves (The). Hans gamla grenar - EP. Molnen.
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I have been waiting on a response for days There has been a complication It seems your heart needed a break From pumping the blood through your veins

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Republic Of Wolves (The). His Old Branches - EP. Through Windows. Republic of Wolves (The). Hans gamla grenar - EP. Genom fönster.
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I am not the Devil under the water Pulling you down by your own wooden nails Splitting and shriveling seeping out of me God I am afraid of the songs

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