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Come, take my hand
Let us walk for a while
Your burden of pain
Replaced with a smile
For the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promises
For the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promises
So called friends
Are running loose
Draining you whole
'Til you're of no use
Letting go of things you need most
Early wish
Early grave
Early ghost
For the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promises
For the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promises
Come, take my hand
Let us walk for a while
Never so far, only so close
As you melt in your false cradle below
For the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promises
For the peddlers of death
Always come calling one more time
Bearing promises
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