| It’s a careless wind that carries me, across the great divide
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| From the wretched underworld, to the place where fear resides
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| Behind the line you hold, you can only hold so long
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| When you see my forky tongue, and you hear my twisted song
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| My sign is the fire line, uncontrolled
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| My bitter ruthlessness is a beacon to behold
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| Like cancer grow on, someday to die
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| Where the water’s flowing, I’m gonna drain th river dry
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| It’s a poison dream
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| Keeps me running through th night
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| I’ll take it on, then some more
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| By the dawning of the sickly morning light
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| Burn through the midnight oil, and the bridges I can’t cross
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| Somehow I find myself in everything you’ve lost
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| We’ve seen it all before, but it comes as no surprise
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| Just like reflections of the fire in your eyes
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| It’s a poison dream
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| Keeps me running through the night
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| I’ll take it on, then some more
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| By the dawning of the sickly morning light
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| And when the work is done and the Devil’s called his time
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| You’ll feel a stale breeze, blow through ash and pine
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| And you may ask yourself, «Where did the endgame lie?»
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| A question I might ask if I could stop to wonder why |