| Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp
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| Born into death, will you take the risk
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| See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin
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| You'll never end and can never begin
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| Welcome to your death
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| Welcome to your death
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| Welcome to your death
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| No forest of pleasure or fields of pain
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| High-rise at night see the pavement of stain
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| A beckoning hand from those who were slain
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| Now you can sleep again
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| Welcome to your death
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| Welcome to your death
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| Welcome to your death
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| I take the night and I stretch it wide
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| And I see all, you hide, I died
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| So slip right in, sip the wine
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| The caution flashes but the water's fine
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| Welcome to your death
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| Welcome to your death
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| Welcome to your death |