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Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata |
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Save Me... |
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It's happening again |
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I started to bleed |
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From my hands and feet |
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In an odour so sweet |
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Painful holy wounds of four |
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The blood-loss increase |
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Terrified I see they open wide |
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Oh, don't give me number...Five... |
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The pain become extreme |
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The more I will bleed |
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Whipped by a force unseen |
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And pushed down on my knees |
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Something holds me down |
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I can't get away |
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If this is a gift from god |
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I give my soul to - hell |
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Lord, why have you abandoned me? |
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Why, don't you hear my cries? |
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Why, do I have to feel this pain? |
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Please, don't you just, let me die? |
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Stigmata! |
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Stigmata! |
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The pain become extreme |
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The more I will bleed |
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Whipped by a force unseen |
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And pushed down on my knees |
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Something holds me down |
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I can't get away |
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If this is a gift from god |
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I give my soul to - hell |
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Lord, why have you abandoned...me? |
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Why, don't you hear my cries? |
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Why, do I have to feel this pain? |
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Please, don't you just, let me die? |
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Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata |
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Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata |
