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The Dead Wait

You're the dead weight,

I'm the freight,

I carry you around,

Why do I wait

For clean slates,

Aye, the dead wait.

 

Mind inside a crate,

Dig the grave

For my own sake,

Can't believe I wait,

The yoke breaks 

From your dead weight.

I'm Not the Match ►

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