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I can feel the powers at play |
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I feel fear and I back away |
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From what they send me, from what they send me |
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Powers that thrive and powers so real |
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Some arcane and some genteel |
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They make me humble |
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They're here to rumble |
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The simple dark or the simple light |
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The simple wrong or the simple right |
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Will not save me, if they enslave me |
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Here sits Jim and there sits John |
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They call back from the great beyond |
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Can you not hear them, you must not fear them |
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Here one speaks in a garbled tongue |
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Lies are spoken while truths are sung |
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It's never ended |
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Beliefs extended |
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Poet sits with cursed hag |
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Martyrs gamble and saints will brag |
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While angels scorn them, and we will mourn them |
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What do you think you been doin' here |
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You think this is just some favour? |
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There ain't no waiters in the parlour now |
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And you don't pick the flavour |
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I had hours and I had days |
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I had living explain its ways |
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I had my loved ones, I had my loved ones |
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I felt solid and I felt whole |
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I had spirits wrapped round my soul |
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They were a treasure, |
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Unbridled pleasure |
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The simple wrong or the simple right |
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The simple dark or the simple light |
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Will never be enough |
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Never be enough |
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They will never be enough |
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Never be enough |
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What do you think you been doin' here |
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You think this is just some favour? |
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There ain't no waiters in the parlour now |
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And you don't pick the flavour |
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I can feel the powers at play |
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I feel fear and I back away |
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From what they send me |
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From what they send me |
