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Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp |
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Born into death, will you take the risk |
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See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin |
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You'll never end and can never begin |
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Welcome to your death |
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Welcome to your death |
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Welcome to your death |
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No forest of pleasure or fields of pain |
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High-rise at night see the pavement of stain |
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A beckoning hand from those who were slain |
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Now you can sleep again |
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Welcome to your death |
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Welcome to your death |
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Welcome to your death |
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I take the night and |
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I stretch it wide |
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And I see all, you hide, |
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I died So slip right in, sip the wine |
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The caution flashes but the water's fine |
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Welcome to your death |
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Welcome to your death |
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Welcome to your death |
