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The spinning of heads |
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The spinning ahead |
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He said to me |
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He knew evil |
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Life in reverse |
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Life out of balance |
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Stupid as it sounds |
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Like a wolf running |
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Cross country - |
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In every field |
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A trap waits - along with its owner |
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Like someone said about |
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The hunter |
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As soon as he stops |
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He becomes the hunted |
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I am the cunning animal - |
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I am the hunter |
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The life I never read |
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Is my youth now dead? |
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Rise, rise, rise. |
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The swirling sound of swastikas |
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Like rotor-blades of thought |
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Threshing the wheat |
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Out from the chaff |
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All this is a dream |
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All this is a dream |
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The mother clouds |
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Si quidem deus inquit |
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'Est unde mala?' |
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Bona vero unde, si non est? |
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All this is a dream |
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All those who worship |
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The broken demons of the past |
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Are in love with the dead |
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This is the cross you bear |
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They worship the dead and |
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Lo and behold this is no mystery |
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When I say that they in turn |
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Become the dead themselves |
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Even before they die |
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First the heart dies |
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Then the body dies |
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Then the soul dies |
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Si quidem deus inquit |
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'Est unde mala?' |
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Bona vero unde, si non est? |
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Every dead eternally then |
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Every dead eternally then |
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All this is a dream |
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Then they are caught |
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Eternally |
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In this trinity of |
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Deathdeathdeath |
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There is no escape from this |
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Cycle and circle |
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Of utter desolation |
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The despised by man |
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The despised by angels |
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The despised by the gods |
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The despised by the devils |
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The despised by the |
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Satanic one himself |
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All this is a dream |
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Si quidem deus inquit |
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'Est unde mala?' |
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Bona vero unde, si non est? |
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First death then second |
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Altogether dead you were, |
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Anyway |
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It's a dream. |
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Altogether dead you are |
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Altogether dead you shall be |
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It's a dream, it's a dream |
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From the corner of my mind |
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The swirling sound of the orchestra |
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From the corner of my lips |
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The words have already |
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Fallen like honey |
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From the corner of my eye |
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A million birds of dreamy |
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Image wing |
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It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream. |