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Ready to sin for the pride of my King, |
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Ready to sin for his love, |
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What a strange world, where a kingdom may fall |
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For a "caprice" of a lord... |
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In my hall, there's a reek of sin that flows... |
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Lost in the darkness I can feel Your presence, |
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My shame won't be cleansed anymore... |
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Save me, oh my God! |
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'Cause I've got to sell my soul, |
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Won't You save me once again? |
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Won't You hear my silent pray? |
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Slave to a portrait, the king fell in love: |
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"Bring me that girl", his final words... |
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Should ever a poor man, as I really am |
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Live by his faith, or obedience...? |
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In my hall, there's a reek of sin that flows... |
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Lost in the darkness I can feel Your presence, |
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My shame won't be cleansed anymore... |
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Save me, oh my God! |
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'Cause I've got to sell my soul, |
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Won't You save me once again? |
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Won't You hear my silent pray? |
