| When the lights go down you feel it come alive
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| Driven by the dread of love that never passes by When the night unfolds a veil across the day
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| Waiting for the flood to come to wash the stains away
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| Look at the clouded sky
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| Poisoned rain, angels cry
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| Cracks show in the seal
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| Tonite a thousand angels fall
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| Heaven’s up against the wall
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| Changes holding sway
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| We can make you anyone
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| By the morning we’ll be gone
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| The ministry of saints
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| You’re afraid to disappear beneath the waves
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| Bread and circus, bread and wine
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| They rain on your parade
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| Round and round and round
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| You’re spinning like a wheel
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| Crying for redemption you break the seventh seal
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| We’re cleansing your soul from sin
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| Plead for you, angels sing
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| We a’re taking pride of place
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| Tonite a thousand angels fall
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| Heaven’s up against the wall
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| And change is holding sway
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| We can make you anyone
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| By the morning we’ll be gone
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| The ministry of saints
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| Tonite a thousand angels fall
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| Heaven’s up against the wall
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| And change is holding sway
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| We can make you anyone
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| By the morning we’ll be gone
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| The ministry of saints |