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Belladonna Morpheus

I am thinkin' of my mother As I'm raisin' the gun And her face is ever-smiling Did she raise me to this? And the trigger is black and cold steel And

I am thinkin' of my mother As I'm raisin' the gun And her face is ever-smiling Did she raise me to this? And the trigger is black and cold steel And