| I am the master of the game that’s made a fool you
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| I’m watching from the highest tower
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| You’ve got the aura to enchant them and a symphony
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| And I have got the power
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| You better taste: they call it life — my special area
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| I’m breeding winners over there
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| Ain’t it a sin to turn your back on what you’re given?
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| It’s time to take your share
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| God left me for dead — I’ve been turning my head
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| Away from the living — the time has come
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| To gamble for gain — to tear down the gate
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| And see what’s inside
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| We rock the ball, been smashed to the ground
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| Arose from devotion to take a look and see what is inside
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| Sight of the crown: another angel down
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| We rock the ball, I’m facing my pain
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| A rage and a symphony driven by the wounds I cannot hide
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| Rise above the crowd: another angel down
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| We’ll see a black hole will be left up in the starry sky
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| We gotta mourn another angel
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| If I am just a light descending to caducity
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| It’s still so far away
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| There’s no tomorrow, I don’t remember yesterday
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| I’m just living for tonight
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| And all the love I’m not gonna waste no more
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| I won’t spit what’s divine
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| They left you for dead — turning your head
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| Away form the living — from flesh and blood
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| You’ve got the draw and desire to claw
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| For fortune and fame |