| How could I fool you I rest and assure you
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| Take it off from here and put you on the line, yeah
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| Your back to the pistol and iron bullets whistle
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| Landscape’s open and the world is mine, it’s still mine
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| OD’d on life, life itself
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| OD’d on life, life itself
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| OD’d on life itself
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| Writings appear on the wall
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| The curtains part and landscape fall
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| There the writings done in blood
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| Yeah, like a mummy’s inscription and a bat wing tongue
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| Well then the mouth of the cave will open up wide
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| Wide as the world that’s mine, it’s mine, it’s
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| Still mine
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| So don’t you fear the trade in life
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| Life loves force but force loves life
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| This wedding by heaven was made up in hell
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| With the victim as bride and life, life itself
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| OD’d on life, life itself (repeat ad nauseam) |