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Forever I'll enjoy you underchevement |
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I gonna see you every day now if I can |
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Why then don't the night show really matters |
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I still wake on the fields of regret |
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There is something to this dream we're all involved in |
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wow, Can I see it, can I say it may exist |
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Rest me, hide my years around the planet. |
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If we dwell in the fields of regret |
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What horror must invade the mind |
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When the approaching judge shall find |
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What sinful deeds from all mankind |
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With death and nature in surprise |
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Behold the wretched sinners rise |
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To meet the judge's searching eyes |
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And when the doomed no more can flee |
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From the flames of misery |
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Assist me while I die |
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Wander through those ever thoughts though if imagined |
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But come down on it's so easy to resist |
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Rest me, hide my years around the planet. |
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Sound another, no part over, won't forget |
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When we laugh at the fields of regret |
