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Night comes with a smell of murder |
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And shadows fall long on my trail |
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Such are the hazards of my craft |
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All lights disperse |
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And the devil takes me down |
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There is panic in my fascination |
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Like soothing wine is my despair |
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Gracefully I fall to pieces |
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Then lights disperse |
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And the devil takes me down |
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The gears keep turning |
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And the ropes stretch far |
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In this world of hopelessness |
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I have come a long way now |
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The fatal riddles |
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Beckon me |
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I have come a long way now |
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A leap from faith |
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And gravity |
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I have come a long way now |
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To find the nest |
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Where treasures sleep |
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I have come a long way now |
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The fairest lies |
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Are hidden in the deep |
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In the deep |
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There is vanity in my destruction |
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There is mockery in my ordeal |
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Indefinite is the course of my decent |
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When lights disperse |
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And the devil takes me |