Ray Rocket Pet Sematary
Preorder the album: iTunes: Under the arc of a weather stain boards. Ancient goblins, and warlords. Come out of the ground, without making a sound. The smell of death is all around. And the night when the cold wind blows. No one cares, nobody knows. I don t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary. I don t want to live my life again. I don t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary. I don t want to live my life again. Follow Victor to that ancient place. T
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