| When the night is on the run
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| And your dreams are almost gone
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| Seas of fire snatch your soul
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| Beast of morning then unfold
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| In a whirlpool sadness creeps
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| Shadows walk with silent feet
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| Is there something in the air
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| Turns your hope into dispair
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve got me undone
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve really begun
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve got me on the run
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| When the night is on the run
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| And your dreams are almost gone
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| Seas of fire snatch your soul
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| Beast of morning then unfold
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| Take your hands away from me
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| Leave my eyes so I can see
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| It’s not pleasure that you seek
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| You destroy the ones who are week
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve got me undone
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve really begun
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve got me on the run
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| The minstrel sings as he
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| Looks at me
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| But he doesn’t make a sound
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| And a lovely time is had
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| By all
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| As the jester takes his crown
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| Everyone’s laughing
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| Everyone’s laughing
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| Everyone’s laughing but me
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve got me undone
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve really begun
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| Oh kingdom of madness you’ve got me on the run |