| Lately, I’m looking through the depths of magic mirrors.
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| Lately, I’m longing for a life that’s passed me by.
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| Lately, I’m wheeling, dealing deals with darker devils.
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| Lately, I’ve sold a soul to crack death open wide.
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| Lately, I’m feeling fallen like the Faust of fables.
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| Lately, his story stacks up equal next to mine.
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| The tempting for eternal treasures trips the boundaries.
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| I’ve let the devil in and doomed th soul inside.
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| Whoa oh oh oh
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| The tempting of a soul.
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| Lately, the riches have unriped to rotten rusings.
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| Lately, the passion promised pales upon her skin.
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| Lately, I’ve made mistakes that mount up monumental.
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| Lately, Ive held the heavy weight of hostile sin.
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| Lately, The shadows shout and shriek a little louder
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| Lately, I see the eyes enveloped in the ash.
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| Lately, I ponder on the past of my precautions.
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| Lately, his laugh assures me I won’t get it back.
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| Whoa oh oh oh
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| The tempting of a soul.
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| If only it could be undone,
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| I’d meet him on that path again.
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| I’d break the mirror of true lies.
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| I’d put the soul inside again.
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| I’d put the soul inside again. |