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h̽e̹r̹m̀a͓n᷆ň g̸o̗t᷆t᷁l͏i͝e͋b̢.̶
₪᷈͌̕ -᷀᷉̕ ♥᷿͓͐ -̛̠͢ ✔̻̆̂ -̻ͩ̕ ☞̓ͬ̓
[artist]
Home is where they say the heart is
Mine's buried in the yard
Hell's a place they say is for sinners
I'll be the man in charge
But how can I e͠xͬiͧs̤t᷁
Within the midst of this?
But how can I admit
That I would QUIT on you?
I wrote God a simple letter
Still haven't heard from him
I must have really messed up this time
Shit must have hit the fan
But how can I e̍x͔iͧs͆t̡
Within the midst of this?
But how can I admit
That I would QUIT on you?