| He’s been waiting with great patience
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| for encounter for some lost life
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| In the forest in his empty tree
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| Sits a psycho’s call and desperately
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| Come back to me, pass right through me
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| Bring your death bell, fallen angel
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| Don’t be bothered, look backwards
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| Take my hand and come to the other side
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| Death bells while we ringing
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| Doors be, voices singing
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| Him knows in this.
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| People, new arrival
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| .ancient, no surroundings
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| … in here fallen kingdom
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| And I see your name burning closer in your shade
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| And I know you know you can, it’s my soul you want to…
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| And I see your name burning closer in your shade
|
| He’s been waiting with great patience
|
| for encounter for some lost life
|
| In the forest in his empty tree
|
| Sits a psycho’s call and desperately
|
| Come back to me, pass right through me
|
| Bring your death bell, fallen angel
|
| Don’t be bothered, look backwards
|
| Take my hand and come to the other side
|
| Death bells while we ringing
|
| Doors be, voices singing
|
| Him knows in this.
|
| People, new arrival
|
| .ancient, no surroundings
|
| … in here fallen kingdom
|
| And I know you know you can, it’s my …
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| And I see your name burning closer in your shade |