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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “My Grain”

• Grace, pride, tell me whats your name Crippled will with tomorrows pill But I feel no pain and I can't remember who's to blame This is not my home This is not my home But the source was always known My grain I beg, you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin Blistered and torn by the pure and reborn But there are just like us and remember man, they cave in.. This is not my home This is not my home But the source was always known My grain War stone, do you write your name in trust Word to the wise, my instincts rise All your heroes are gone and the proud ones Have turned to dust... seven dust You can kill my pride but my heads still flying My grain, my grain My grain, migrane

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