| Somewhere buried in the sand
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| The place that time forgot
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| He brews the spell of your damnation
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| He’s the eyes of the world
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| But no one even knows he’s there
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| You’ll never know until it’s over
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| So, throw away your warmth
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| Give your body too
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| You must be willing to give sacrifice
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| When he reaches out his hand
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| Don’t you turn away
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| You’ll never know sweeter surrender
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| Close to the edge, into the flame
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| Attracted by a distant motion
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| Braving the storm, riding the wave
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| The voice is calling, calling
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| The evil touch
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| Ooh! |
| he’s got the evil touch
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| I wonder
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| I need the evil touch
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| Ooh! |
| he’s got the evil touch
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| I need it
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| The voice is calling
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| No time to rest
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| I’ve got to find a way
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| I just want to loose all my suffering
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| Take my soul and take my pain away
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| Close to the edge, into the flame
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| Attracted by a distant motion
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| Braving the storm, riding the wave
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| The voice is calling, calling
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| Gonna get the evil touch
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| Ooh! |
| he’s got the evil touch
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| I wonder
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| I need the evil touch
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| Ooh! |
| he’s got the evil touch
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| I need it
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| Evil touch
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| Evil touch, touch
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| He’s got the evil, got the evil
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| Got the evil, evil |