| Piece of sugar cane
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| In my jacket pocket
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| I can see his face if I think about oh
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| In my dreams
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| There’s a circle there
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| With a stone beside it
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| There’s a pentagram in the center of it all oh
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| In my dreams
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| I can’t get away
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| I can’t get away
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| Growin' out off body
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| Strippin' to the circle in this fire
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| In my dreams
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| Feel the flames around me
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| Knowing that I’ll suffer for my sins
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| In my dreams
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| I can’t get away
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| I can’t get away
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| There is a force that’s taken me
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| I know, I know I feel it too
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| It happens almost every day
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| I know, I know I hope it stays
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| I feel the magic in my hands
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| I’m going to see him again
|
| In my dreams
|
| Piece of sugar cane in my jacket pocket
|
| Growin' out off body
|
| I can see his face if I think about oh
|
| Strippin' to the circle in this fire
|
| In my dreams
|
| There’s a circle there with a stone beside it
|
| Feel the flames around me
|
| There’s a pentagram in the center of it all oh
|
| Knowing that I’ll suffer for my sins
|
| In my dreams
|
| I can’t get away
|
| I can’t get away
|
| There is a force that’s taken me
|
| I know, I know I feel it too
|
| It happens almost every day
|
| I know, I know I hope it stays
|
| I feel the magic in my hands
|
| I’m going to see him again
|
| In my dreams |