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For how long have they done thy will |
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"The sun of midnight is ever the son" |
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How much it takes to see what burns our skin |
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Oh what have we achieved by this |
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Words are spoken and things are done, What is wrong |
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God is damned but god's animal mother is alright |
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"I can't find myself, Don't need this anymore" |
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(Well, At least my mother has faith in magic) |
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The loss of strength could not have me |
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Asinine and golden I ride to this city |
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While by our lady precious chaos rules |
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For how long has all been in dirt |
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Let's hope it rains, I think they're dying or is it just me |
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Well, At least the stars gave birth to something new |
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But if it's the kind of love and it's the kind of love |
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That we've been warned about, They're in trouble |
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And the stakes are high as that of Bruno's |
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For all the humble tyrants nowadays |
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Is it better to keep on singing |
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"Your paths were never even close to mine" |
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When I was cast aside I thought it'd be my fate |
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With hollow eyes Proserpina's garden is left behind |
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And the stakes are high as that of Bruno's |
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For all the humble tyrants nowadays |
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Is it better to keep on singing |
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"Your paths were never even close to mine" |