These are the days
These are the nights
These are the times
We take your head away
We take your head and play,
We play fun games with him
We play fun things to say
We play to save our lives
We play with bones and knives.
They lay down now for rain,
They sing out loud for pain.
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Author:
Dent Moses (
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