Darkwoods - Bastard | Текст песни

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Kicked down, pushed down, forced down, let down
Slipped up, dug up, brought up, fucked up
Though of the way I've been brought up
It's clear that I'm forever fucked up

Scent of booze goes up my nose
Strike of fear goes through my bones
Grip of evil is getting tight
Over and over every night

Words don't matter anymore
I'm taking back what I came for
One path chosen is another path lost
I paid my dues I dealt the cards

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