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ANOTHER BROTHER GONE ~By Sorez the Scribe
It's a fucked up thing When you lose a friend 'Cause in this life Ya don't meet many of them You know the kind of friend That you'd call yer Bro The kind of Brother You'd give your life for Yes it's a fucked up thing When you lose a friend 'Cause the reaper came by And took him away But I'll tell ya this I'd rather have known The Brother for a short time Than not to have known him at all
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ON DOWN THE ROAD ~By Sorez
Ride those highways With your head held high And know no fear As you live your life Be your best Bro As you go on your way On down the road On down that highway Don't turn away From what lies up ahead Just go right through it Or around it instead Know where you're going When you start out on that run As you go on your way On down the road
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THE REAPER ~By Sorez
The reaper stalks The highways Everyday And every night Even the darkest Lonliest roads Are within his sight The reaper of The highway Is like a vulture Awaiting prey So Brothers and Sisters Of the wind Ride safe And stay outta his way
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