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They used hysterical reactions |
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Don't make, feel contentment son |
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Hideous, grotesque ideas |
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They don't make this time a happy one |
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Happy one... |
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Happy one... |
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Get myself so broken in the great twilight |
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To the end of the eclipse |
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Again I'll topple that mirror down |
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And it hasn't shattered ever |
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Ever... ever. |
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All my dreams come true at last |
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Pinch me if apathy please |
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Superstition towards everything |
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But we live still by the power of the stars |
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The power of the stars... |
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The power of the stars... |
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You know saints and angels |
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And martyrs and pimps |
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You know saints and angels |
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And martyrs and pimps |
