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The Ultimate Price You've nothing for a heart But stone And you deserve to be alone. You think you're perfect And oh so nice But everyone knows you're Made of ice. You're really dead, you're Not for real Yet peoples hearts from Them you steal. One day you'll have To pay the price And what you see won't Be so nice. And when your body's as Dead as your heart And from this world you Do depart. Don't look to God to Call for you 'Cause Satan is going To carry you To the bottomless pit Of Hell below Where you'll finally reap Just what you sow. |
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