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Your eyes gave me a look |
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Of dull despair |
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Tied up with him and yet |
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You're not aware |
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That I can change your life |
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If you dare |
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Come join this group of men |
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Stay and share |
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We are the prophets of sorrow |
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We always pray for the night |
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We build no life for tomorrow |
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And never talk of the light |
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We are the prophets of sorrow |
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Black milk cries out for you |
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And show my chest |
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You tremble as I try |
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To touch your breast |
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Break free and scream out loud |
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Not the best |
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So stupid, small and dumb |
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As the rest |
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We are the prophets of sorrow |
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We always pray for the night |
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We build no life for tomorrow |
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And never talk of the light |
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We are the prophets of sorrow |
