| Young toughs run the arcade
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| Fourteen with cold leering eyes
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| Young Rosaline said «you'll have to find me there
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| But don’t dare inside unless you’re a savior»
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| Warning words of a drunken maid
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| «Are you a savior?»
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| Warning words of a drunken maid
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| «Don't go in there»
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| Inside kids guard the black curtain
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| Where connected men can buy children
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| I couldn’t see the boys behind that curtain
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| But I saw myself in twenty years
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| I saw the beast and I ran in fear
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| Face to face with the beast of years
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the beast of years
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| Running backwards
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| The skull was hairless, swollen up, inhuman
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| Strapped with a mask, a tiny black leather square
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| I couldn’t see the tiny face hidden there
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| But the eyes were gouged
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| I could see the scars around the edge of the mask
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| Deep red scars
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| Face to face with the blinded beast
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the blinded beast
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the beast of years
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| Running backwards
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| Running in fear
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| Face to face with the blinded beast
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the blinded beast
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the blinded beast
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the blinded beast
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the blinded beast
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| Running backwards
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| Face to face with the beast of years
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| Running backwards
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| Running in fear
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| Face to face with the beast of years
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| Running backwards
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| Running in fear |