| Smokin' and drinkin' it’s the law of my life
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| You don’t know but that’s the end of love
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| That’s what know it’s hard to cry
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| Don’t you see your heart is driftin' like a stone
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| You perceive a chorus of eternal hate
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| One should know — never get the trust
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| It’s the roar of life which never can return
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| So keep on rockin' and believe, feel no pain
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| And when you’re down in hell
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| You hear the black old bell
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| You’ll try to catch your head
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| The end of the lie is your dead
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| Slinky man was crying — storm torturin' rain and hail
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| There’s a smell in my ocean which announces «I'm in hell»
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| You can hear the voices but you don’t believe
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| It’s getting colder know you see the frostflowers in your eyes
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| And when you’re down in hell
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| You hear the black old bell
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| You’ll try to catch your head
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| The end of the lie is your dead
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| If you would knew anything about it
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| You would believe that the only aim you have
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| Is to hate yourself
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| The real satisfaction you can only get
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| When the souls of all those creatures
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| Are destroyed by your won hands
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| Take the demon’s eye and you’ll see
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| That the end of your life is the beginning
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| Of the real end
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| The beginning of the end of time
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| You feel the timeless wave
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| It gets you now |