| I did seen the eyes upon us
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| And I don’t think they want us to get there
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| I have thought it through
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| And now it’s coming for you so shelter
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| All the lines that I drawn and the women I embrace
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| Are all agreed upon with the man who owns the place
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| It’s over
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| It is what can even leave between you and me this truth, this terror
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| And it stares us in the face until we break our nose against the mirror
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| Well I loved you for your madness
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| But now it is grown out of proportions through the cracks in your throne, sister
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| The number of vice that are pointing at me are growing
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| And this fear takes the size my father before me was showing
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| We get tempted by the lies of the whores and their eyes of crystal
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| And which I can read the number of paces and the joys of the blister
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| My soul conceils alot of corners their secrets are yours
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| Well as I never dare to this sin through the doors
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| Leading to yours
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| All the lines that I drawn and the women I embrace
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| Are all agreed upon with the man who owns the place
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| It’s over |