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You always thought you'd like it there
You'll hate me much more now, that no one cares
Have you even thought again, twice
That maybe it ain't all that nice
The Hell, the Proclamation
Ring the bell, the congregation
cause your the checker player
Maybe, it will be
It's your move, to make your move. Make your move
Maybe, it won't be
If ya/don't loose. Don't you loose. Don't you Loose
Yes, the worms in your' head wont get through
'Til they eat their way out of your' tomb
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