Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
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Santos Santana
Chapter 4
A game called betrayal
*Ship horn*
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I have not one word of comfort for you
*Ship horn*
You deserve this
Witnessing life bled from destruction of the tower
*Ship horn*
Now you’re like a tree
And your roots have grown all the way to hell
*Ship horn*
Let’s play a game called betrayal
I wrote this side
I wrote this side ‘cause you never did
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