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From the book of life |
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Comes a rider for the damned |
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And he wields the scythe |
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As he rides across the land |
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But when he comes you'll never know |
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That it's time for you to leave the world |
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Mother Angel, tell me why |
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Is it cool up in the sky? |
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Was it time for you to disappear and go? |
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Is there something |
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I should know? |
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Was it time for you to go? |
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Waiting for a sign |
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From you to let me know |
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Here on my own |
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From the ashes we do come |
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To the ashes we shall go |
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And the dust that we were made of |
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Shall embrace our very soul |
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All the times that we don't know |
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Make it harder to believe in |
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God and heaven above |
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So Mother |
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Angel, tell me why |
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Is it cool up in the sky? |
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Was it time for you to leave and let it go? |
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Is there something |
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I should know? |
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Was it time for you to go? |
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Waiting for a sign |
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From you to let me know |
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Here on my own |
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My hands reach out into thin air |
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And the truth is hard to bear |
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No one comes to bring you back again |
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Mother Ange, tell me why |
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Is it cool up in the sky? |
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Was it time for you to disappear and go? |
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Is there something |
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I should know? |
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Is it time to let you? |
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Waiting for a sign |
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From you to let me know |
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I'm here on my own |
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Here on my own |
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Here on my own |
