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The rain is pouring down the day has just begun |
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The twisted mind has no regrets of what he's done |
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Deep in his mind he knows he can't find peace |
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Until he's written into history |
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Oh! |
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Painting the images in blood reflections of all that he has loved |
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Seeking to create a masterpiece in the black symphony |
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The sun goes down and the night will soon arise |
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Lurking in shadows he will make his sacrifice |
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Deep in his mind he knows he can't find peace |
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Obsessive thoughts saying she'll be mine |
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Painting the images in blood reflections of all that he has loved |
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Seeking to create a masterpiece in the black symphony |
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There is no way she can love you, but can you take it if she turns you down |
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It is pure and it's all about craving, being denied what your heart longed for |
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Yes! |
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Painting the images in blood reflections of all that he has loved |
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Seeking to create a masterpiece in the black symphony |
