| Ariadne’s after me
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| Hungry for my harmony
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| Lost and bound in agony
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| Devouring dreams to feed her need
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| She weaves a web of trickery
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| To feast upon my sanity
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| But cowers at the sight of love
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| So rise above…
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| Like venus rose from water, from water
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| She roses from water, from water
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| Ariadne’s lost her way
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| In the maze she made to toy with me
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| Where she’s still toiling after me
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| But the beasr can’t have what she can’t reach
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| Venus rose from water, from water
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| She roses from watern from water
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| She’s a fugitive
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| With a plot to steal the feeling out of everything
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| She can smell you weakness
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| If you fall then she will feast like a
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| Black hole in a labyrinth
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| With nothing but time to find the negative in everything
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| If she pulls you in
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| Rise above
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| Venus rose from water, from water
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| She roses from water from water
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| She roses from water from water
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| She roses from water from water
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| She roses, she roses, roses, roses, she roses
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| From water, from water
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| Like venus, she roses (from water)
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| Like venus, she roses (from water) |