| Throw of the scent
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| To seize the chase of life
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| When one with death no light in sight
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| I have been told that before the end
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| The angels will come, angels will come
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| Years has taken the best out of me The sharpest edge
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| Endless burdensome journey without a rest
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| Murder in cold blood instead of a suicide
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| This crime is justified
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| I have killed myself so many times
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| That for me without a doubt
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| Heaven is denied
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| I am here, I am waiting, In silence
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| With no fear of dying
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| No more bleeding inside
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| Waiting for the black sun to rise |