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I see the darkness in your eyes, from all the hate and all the lies
A side of you you’ve hidden, all too well
A skeleton in designer clothes, preaching at his own funeral
Thirty, silver, pieces, dead man walking
Thirty, silver, pieces, dead man walking
Gather up all of your sheep, and try to sell them for meat
A side of you you’ve hidden, all too well
A skeleton in designer clothes, preaching at his own funeral
Thirty, silver, pieces, dead man walking
Thirty, silver, pieces, dead man walking
Quick before it’s too late, run into his arms
He’ll forgive your sins, make you whole again
A skeleton in designer clothes, preaching at his own funeral
Thirty, silver, pieces, dead man walking
Thirty, silver, pieces, dead man walking
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