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In a house where no one never sleeps, |
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lays a man who sees more with his eyes |
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Picturing the past before him, |
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in a bed, alone, with clothes on |
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Paying for a service he doesn't really need |
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With his eyes, he sees more love and lust |
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more tears, far too much to handle |
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Can't tell a soul, not this time, they'd lock him right up |
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Too much of burning bushes too much for his weak soul |
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In his mind, oh so jaded, he's gone too far behind |
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Of all the visions seen, this one makes him scream |
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He cannot live neither die in this world |
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Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts? |
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Making up for the crimes of your life |
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With scythe as your sword, |
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you must fight 'till the end of time |
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Don't look behind, or you will fall through the time |
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Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding |
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the secret. Your time is up when you see the light |
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You can live as a noble man but when time, |
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You won't be left behind |
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With the sound of time ringing in his head, |
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He leaves the house where no-one never sleeps |
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Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased |
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Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time |
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Seeking for a winner of the day, prize of life is here |
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Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream |