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I almost never die |
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But when I do |
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Your earth will shake - |
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Your foundations falter |
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All breaks down - |
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To a cold and grey mess |
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No room for life - |
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No place for mirth |
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Dragged down in the quicksand |
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Of a stale shattered lie |
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Force fed by the bleakness |
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Of your presence |
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Why can't you die - Instead of me? |
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I see no reason to leave you be |
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I'll tear apart as you tore me |
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Join me in my asylum |
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Created only for you and for me |
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Join me in my asylum |
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Here sickest things come to be |
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Our affliction - your creation |
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The Asylum - Where madness reigns |
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Scorched by the touch of the flames |
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Scorned by the sound of your voice |
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It burns like the sun in my eyes |
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I hide in darkness until the moment comes |
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I will make sure - The time is right |
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To consecrate |
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You will be part - Of my new wing |
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Enclosed in concrete - You'll be king |
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Tread the road to the asylum |
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Here death is all but a lie |
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Tread the road to the asylum |
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Which no one leaves alive |
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[Solo: L. Pignon] |
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Join me in my asylum |
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Created only for you and for me |
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Join me in my asylum |
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Here sickest things come to be |
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Our affliction - your creation |