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It is the darkest hour of the night, |
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And it will be filled with blood and fire. |
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She said be quick before I am gone, |
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For I shall fade before the morning sun. |
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She said act now while you can, |
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While you can and are still a man, |
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Because time will come, crueler than death; |
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Before death comes to claim the rest. |
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Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it, |
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The sweetest angel is the most evil. |
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She said kiss me, I'm a phantom born of desire, |
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And I shall make of you a man and a child. |
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She said place your hand upon my breast, |
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For I will be gone before the dawn's first breath. |
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Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it, |
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The sweetest angel is the most evil. |
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There is a darkness in this dream goddess, |
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And the most beautiful is the cruelest. |
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There is now and there is tonight, |
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And tomorrow is an unwritten page. |
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Do it now while you are of age, |
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Before sorrow writes tomorrow's page. |
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Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it, |
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The sweetest angel is the most evil. |
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There is a darkness in this dream goddess, |
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And the most beautiful is the cruelest. |
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Yeah, oh yeah, you better believe it, |
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The sweetest angel is the most evil. |
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There is a darkness in this dream goddess, |
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And the most beautiful is the cruelest. |