| Midnight fallen angel comes to drag you through the fire,
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| as the chimes ring out, you think about all the things you’ve done before,
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| then you pray,
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| i hope i did my best to make the grade,
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| Well i may be broken hearted, but i found myself some pleasure in the pain.
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| You pick up sticks and beg for wood, throw it on the fire,
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| and you know there is no turning back, as the flames get higher and higher
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| Yeah comeon, i hope i did my best to do you wrong
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| Well i may be broken hearted, but i found myself some pleasure in the pain…
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| in the pain.
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| turn me on, i like what i’ve found,
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| turn me on i like what i’ve found,
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| want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground, turn me on i like what i’ve
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| found
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| The time has come to take more gold, piss upon the pile,
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| like a peg leg on a pirate ship who never seems to smile,
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| sail away
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| well, i hope i did my best to stay away
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| Well, i may be broken hearted, but i found myself some pleasure in the pain.
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| Turn me on, i like what i’ve found, turn me on i like what i’ve found,
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| want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground, turn me on i like what i’ve
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| found. |