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Angels are lost in the sooted fog |
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Of a million fallen dots on a disc of mud |
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All the closets forgotten |
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All the lakes are frozen |
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Well if eternal winter, if eternal snow |
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I'll have a Turkish delight |
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I've got the freeze, they offer me holy wine |
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It gets me through the night |
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The moon lingers on and shines down |
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Upon the shroud that covers both the living and the dead |
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Of a forgotten empire |
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You better kneel, you better kneel down |
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Before the lady, the shadows of sun |
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And if eternal winter, if eternal snow |
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I'll have a Turkish delight |
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I've got the freeze, they offer me holy wine |
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It gets me through the night |
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Everybody's hungry for more and more and more and |
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Even though they know that Maugrim's at the door and |
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Everybody thought they could make it on their own but |
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I have seen them turn into stone |
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Everybody thought they could make it on their own but |
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I saw them turn into stone |