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Spit On Your Grave - Madball

"All you wished was to block my goals All you did was strenghten my soul And what I wanted from you I could not get So dreading our deaths is how we Choose to live You're the one who feeds my rage You're"

Spit On Your Grave (Another Version) - Madball

"All you wished was to block my goals all you did was to strengthen my soul and what I wanted from you I could never get so dreading our deaths is how we choose to live you're the one who feeds my"

Spit On Your Grave - Sinergy

"Vengeance piercing through my heart As I watch you kiss the dirt And make you swallow your betrayal and sin Though for now I say farewell But one day I will return with a smile As I spit on your grave! I'm"

Spit On Your Grave - Whiplash

"Ruthless and evil lies that deceive Meaningless virtues knee deep in greed I am the master with the iron fist I am the master no one knows exists I am the master I'll take your life I am the master I'll"

I Spit On Your Grave - Sinergy

"Vengeance piercing through my heart As I watch you kiss the dirt And make you swallow your betrayal and sin Though for now I say farewell But one day I will return with a smile As I spit on your grave! I'm"

Spit - Poppy

"Coward Spit I think I'll spit Spit For all those girls who speak contradiction The guy who crept through the shadows every day To clutch his own conclusion To watch all the blood as it drips from your"

Spit - Katy Perry

"If You came by me would I crown You my KingOr brush You off as though I really didn't seeIf You walked by my side would our souls then be unifiedI swore Your name would never be deniedBut I took up this"

Grave - Balthrop, Alabama

"And when they say That you've gone away I'm gonna cry for three whole days. And I'll put on my best Sunday clothes And I'll carry you down to your grave. And as the day Turns rainy and grey I'm gonna"

grave - Nessa Barrett

"You kiss my scars, down the center of my left wrist Never knew how much I needed it I see stars, the good kind Not the kind that I saw when I was three feet under The reaper got my number You're my deep"

grave - Tate McRae

"1 chance, 2 chances or 3 Think I got too much sympathy Yeah, I hold my grudges like I held you How does me trying to fix it turn into "I'll just forgive it"? 1 chance 2 chances Were lost on you You can"

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