Hate


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Posted by Dave on June 01, 2003 at 16:47:34:

Verse 1

He can feel the hate,
You left him behind and closed the door.
Now heís left there in this mental state,
And he will come back to recriminate.

You think itís funny, you laugh in his face,
Then you look in his hand, and there it is a gun case.
His father never locked it,
Murder is what he came to commit.



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