| Back in black it’s a heart attack
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| Devil in the mirror staring back
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| Nothing pure can come from it We will pull you, from your grave
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| Resurrection, in our name
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, resurrection!
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa let’s go!
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| Watch the white flesh behind the night
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| Slowly stitched together, make it right
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| When your raised up into the sky
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| In our arms tonight we’re alive
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| «I didn’t want to tell you, I was in town today,
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| And everyone in the village is speaking about… the monster.
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| That is what they call your father’s life work, a monster!
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| And they’re right!»
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| «They are not right! |
| My father is a genius, and his creation will-»
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| «It will do nothing but kill! |
| You don’t understand,
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| Even without the damage to the brain,
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| The creature has the mind of a murderer,
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| It kills for the sake of killing, it must be destroyed!»
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa resurrection!
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! |