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Текст (слова) песни: Zakk Wylde - Peddlers Of Death
Come take my hand
Let us walk for a while
Your burden of pain
Replaced with a smile
For the Peddlers of Death
Come calling one more time
Bearing promises of feeling fine
So called friends running loose
Draining you whole
`Til you`re of no use to me
Letting go of what you need most
Early wish
Early grave
Early ghost
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