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Someone stole the starlight from the backside of your hand |
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Weak without the magic you lay passed out in the sand |
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With controls set for night flights when witches ruled the world |
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In a twinkling moment you see cockroaches and crows |
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Go behind the great clouds if you want to stay the same |
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In nothing land you'll perish when they whisper aloud your name |
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A window full of trauma stares you in the face |
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You know it's time to scream now and leave this ****ing place |
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So drunk and misled, face down in the mindless gutter |
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You puked and you bled, the lifeblood of the holy mother |
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Lame and astray, bloated in the crimson river |
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Needless to say, we are here to burn and wither |
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Come with me, walk with me |
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The voice of doom and new adventures |
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Love with me, love with you |
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The endless trip is what you're after |
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Blinding light, burning light |
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From excess to bitter laughter |
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Happiness, loneliness |
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Kneel before the disaster master |
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The night is almost over and still there you are |
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Half dead, numb and shipwrecked like a shooting star |
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Surrounded by black witches, you don't know what to do |
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Weak without the magic, the madness is killing you |
