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Альбом
Текст песни
Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo)
Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo)
My childhood was hood. Shit was real
My father was evil. He was killed already When he came here from isreal
Leaving us scared with a stare untill it transformed
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