| Daddys little soldier boy
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| Mamas little pride and joy
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| Both hands on her apron strings
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| «dont you touch that dirty thing»
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| A warning signal from above
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| Inspection with a clean white glove
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| They say that opposites attract like right and wrong
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| Black on black
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| Like pleasure and a little pain
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| The sacred and profane
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| Ice and fire counteract like black on black
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| The oldest story known to man
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| The willing sacrificial lamb
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| Behind the light a shadow falls
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| The code of silence shakes the walls
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| A whisper to a silent scream
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| The power is so frightening
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| They say that opposites attract like right and wrong
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| Black on black
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| Like pleasure and a little pain
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| The sacred and profane
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| Ice and fire counteract just like black on black
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| A warning signal from above
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| Inspection with a clean white glove
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| They say that opposites attract like right and wrong
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| Black on black
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| Some things seem so sacred
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| Like a loaded question the power of suggestion
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| Like the face of danger the kindness of a stranger
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| Like a judas kiss like pleasure and a little pain
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| Immaculate seduction absolute corruption
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| Ice and fire counteract no turning back like black on black
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| Black on black.
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| Black on black
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| Like pleasure and a little pain
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| The sacred and profane
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| Ice and fire counteract like black on black
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| Like pleasure and a little pain
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| The sacred and profane
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| Ice and fire counteract just like black on black
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| Black
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| A little pain
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| Just like black on black
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| Black
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| Black on black
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| Black on black
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| Black on black |