| Kissing in the rain
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| A halo’s around my brain
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| Watching through the open gates
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| Sudden pain
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| Snowflakes in my eyes
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| An angel in disguise
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| Welcome to the comedy
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| She replies
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| Darkness closing in on my mind
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| When the fallen angel came
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| Lying naked on the rocks
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| As infernal spirits inflame
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| I wander through a vortex deep
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| Where nobody can save my soul
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| Dance nocturnal rites
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| The path is gone
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| In Gehenna we lose control
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| Pictures in my hand
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| Waves in a distant land
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| Centuries of misanthropy
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| Grains of sand
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| Now I’m at the gates
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| Where the Satyrs desecrates
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| Dead boys sing in disharmony
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| Recreates
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| Darkness closing in on my mind
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| When the fallen angel came
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| Lying naked on the rocks
|
| As infernal spirits inflame
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| I wander through a vortex deep
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| Where nobody can save my soul
|
| Dance nocturnal rites
|
| The path is gone
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| In Gehenna we lose control |