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Owner of the spinning ark |
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painting abstract art |
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abyss of this frozen heart |
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darkened from the start |
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black range of this human soul |
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feeds pale horse so smart |
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splattered truth of varnished live |
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drilling holes too hard |
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deathship of your creeping fear |
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enters my soul |
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I - meandering through all this lies |
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learned to fill them with spice |
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perfect paradise |
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I - symbol of real life |
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intended for foolish thrive |
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won't help you to survive |
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I - result of projected lies |
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at least you wanted me twice |
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fill your mind with ice |
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Lonely whispers in the dark |
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will drive your words apart |
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painting diffuse art |
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into the abyss of this frozen heart |
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Owner of the ark |
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spins in the dark |
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this frozen heart |
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right from the start |
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Owner of the ark |
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spins in the dark |
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Owner of the ark |
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spins in the dark |
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this frozen heart |
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right from the start |
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black range of the soul |
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feeds pale horse so smart |
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splattered truth |
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a furnished life |
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A look at my face |
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a look at your fate |
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a look of my eyes |
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I see you burn |
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I see you turn |
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thisis your turn to burn |
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Diving into tearless nights |
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seeking the black owl |
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mourning bell of happiness |
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begging for control |
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melted hate build in concrete |
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last watering hole |
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frozen flame has to appear |
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last thing to thole |
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splattered truth of varnished live |
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drilling holes too hard |
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deathship of a creeping fear |
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enters the soul |
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I - tumbling through this life |
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have to pay bitter price |
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Can't promise paradise |
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I - one out of this life |
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intend to help mens thrive |
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will help you to survive |
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I - grown up in real life |
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unable to give advice |
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no need to want me twice |
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Lonely whispers in the dark... |
