| Descrição: | If I Tell anyone, who you are
They will run, and will keep running.One day you're fine and the next you're gone.
Multiply it by infinity
and take it to the deep of
foreverand you still have, and you still have Every bone six feet under the ground i've seen it in silence now they're crosses,
now they're crosses burried in green But they will run again...from you
//More Than a Thousand\\
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