Killer Songs
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They scour the earth for the things they saw in your tiny little hands
They raise you up like a God onto your tiny little stand
Until their faith, once like a rock, is ground up turning into sand
They scour the earth for the things they saw in your tiny little hands
You see, they're old enough to dream but just too young to understand
Gabriella, was this all part of your plan?
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