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Viewing lyrics for March of the Dead by the Devil Himself.

Soaking up the stynch in sight Breathing out the wasted time Turn your head and stay the course A simple fact that makes it worse... My friends my foes. Thru the lives we go. Taking for granted. All the lies we're selling now, selling now, selling... Rain - Shine, can you read their minds Follow - Drown, looking up while going down... Judge me now I know your kind Living life with blinders on Take a hint your better off To smell the rose or pay the cost Leaving the faith. Have you lost the taste. Between the lines... Now they say your selling out, selling out, selling Rain or Shine, as you pray to God Follow or Drown, looking up while going down....

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