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a player will pay...
when i read you i see letters of lias,
i see the what the truth is in your eyes,
but even then, i cant trust the mind,
because you play brutal games with life,
but time will come for you to lay down you freedom,
and live for redemption,
cause when players play,...
they will have to pay.
and i know all to well how you play,
for other boys, its the same,
playing back fired games,
one day ill laugh at what you've done to me,
no more blindness, i will see,
that i deserve to be free,
but for now...
"come drink with me."
cause a player will pay.
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