| Fearlessly smiling in the face of death
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| The vultures pick at the bodies until there’s nothing left
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| And I’m riding on a skeleton horse through the gates of hell
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| Bluer than black, planning attack around the midnight bell
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| Pretty in pink, blood in the sink inside your prison cell
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| And I’m riding on a skeleton horse through the gates of hell
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| I know you live in a violent plague of madness
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| I’ve been there before but I chose to leave
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| Caught in the undertow of suicidal sadness
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| I choose to live and let you be Turning all the crosses upside down
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| I hear the wind whisper a desert song about a city made of sand
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| Riddles spill from the foaming mouths only you would understand
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| And I’m riding on a skeleton horse through the gates of hell
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| I don’t know why I can’t remember your name
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| I don’t know why I can’t remember your name
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| As we’re riding on a skeleton horse through the gates of hell
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| We were two young fools in love, laying under the stars above
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| Until that phantom came and took you away
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| You are all I ever need, so I saddled up my steed
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| And returned to hell to take what’s mine
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| I have only come to take what’s mine
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| Children with fangs approach us as we both go blind
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| Wormholes constrict and spit us out the other side
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| Floating in midnight skies underneath the pale moonlight
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| Calmed by the golden light, death is nowhere in sight
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| I know you live in a violent plague of madness
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| I’ve been there before but I chose to leave
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| Caught in the undertow of suicidal sadness
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| I choose to live and let you be Turning all the crosses upside down |