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The Strange Folk


Let them live Let them die Whatever you do You won’t see me cry. To them nothing is sacred They only want jewels Their precious stones and diamonds They are nothing but fools. They have, however, Opened our eyes. We've seen past them And all of their lies. We've seen the world Through what they have done, And they just might die At the sound of our drum. Again I will say What I have said before Do what you want Once I close that door. Let them live Let them die Whatever you do You won’t see me cry.
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