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Your mystery; |
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The ebb and flow of misery |
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How much darkness... |
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Is needed to see the stars? |
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How much harm must... |
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I feel to heal your scars |
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[Chorus] |
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You're the author of this nightmare |
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You're the engineer of our distress |
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Ooh, you're the Emperor of Nowhere |
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And no one gets out alive... |
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No one gets out alive from here |
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These wings are drenched |
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From ambivalence; a slow descent |
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How much darkness... |
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Is needed to see the stars? |
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How much harm must... |
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I feel to heal your scars |
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[Chorus] |
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You're the author of this nightmare |
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You're the engineer of our distress |
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Ooh, you're the Emperor of Nowhere |
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And no one gets out alive... |
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No one gets out alive from here |
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What can't endure |
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Can't be cured |
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Will surely end |
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[Chorus] |
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You're the author of this nightmare |
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You're the engineer of our distress |
|
Ooh, you're the Emperor of Nowhere |
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And no one gets out alive... |
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No one gets out alive... |
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And no one gets out alive... |
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No one gets out alive... |
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And no one gets out alive... |
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No one gets out alive from here |
