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I made you the Jack of Swords, but you chose to play the fool Covered in dirt, you could be wearing the blood of my enemies As the dirt fills your lungs with every last breath You will curse the day you crossed me Wish you would still wear these, for the purpose they were intended The purpose you turned away from John! What? Nothing to say to me before I send you off to hell? - I'll be waiting there for you You won't be alone John I'm sending a friend along, to keep you company There you go! And what did I tell you about caring for someone! That thing, you always wanted to take it back Time to die Time to die I made you the Jack of Swords, but you chose to play the fool Covered in dirt, you could be wearing the blood of my enemies As the dirt fills your lungs with every last breath You will curse the day you crossed me Wish you would still wear these, for the purpose they were intended The purpose you turned away from John! What? Nothing to say to me before I send you off to hell? - I'll be waiting there for you Time to die Thanks to razvan |