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I see your home in my head, and the tower in flames |
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I'll sing a song of the dead, the chanson sane |
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It's drilling holes in my pocket |
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I'll never ever stop yet |
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Fill my soul with your docket and your calm frame |
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You know I (x 4) |
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The cold wind blows you it's kisses |
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The darkness takes them away |
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Just a slave to it's wishes |
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Just a slave to it's ways |
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So go and do your dirty dishes |
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Lay restless and suspicious |
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Be the prey amongst the hunters that killed your dishes |
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Go sing a song of light and hope |
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But never believe both |
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Go turn the injured to the mains |
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With your calm frame |
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You know I (x 4) |
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The cold wind blows you it's kisses |
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The darkness takes them away |
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Just a slave to it's wishes |
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Just a slave to it's ways |
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The cold wind blows you it's kisses |
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The darkness takes them away, oh |
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Just a slave to it's wishes, oh |
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Just a slave to it's ways |