| I’VE ESCAPED DEATH, BY THE SKIN OF MY TEETH
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| I WAS SKIN AND BONES, MY TRUST WAS BURIED DEEP
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| WE WERE RESTING TOGETHER, EVEN IN THE DARK
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| I WAS LIVING QUIETLY UNTIL HE BROKE ME APART
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| CRUSADERS AND DEMONS WILL NEVER FADE AWAY
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| CRUSADERS AND DEMONS WILL NEVER GO AWAY
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| WE LEARNED TO SING THEIR VERY OLD DIRGES
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| BUT WE NEVER GOT SHELTER IN THE CHURCHES
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| DEFAMATION, I WILL CALL, COME ON ! |
| DEFAMATION, NO !
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| IN THAT DEMIMONDE, I WAS THE SPACEWALKER
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| IN THAT DEMIMONDE, I WAS WALKING
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| BUT VISION WON’T FOLLOW ME INTO MY GRAVE
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| EVEN IF MY FACE, WILL NOT BE SAVED
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| YOU MAY TALK FOR HOURS, YOU MAY IGNORE IT ALL
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| BUT I WOULD CARE, CARE ABOUT YOUR FROWN
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| YOU NEVER SHOWED ME YOUR OTHER FACES
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| MY NAME IS GRIEF, I STILL KNOW THE PLACES
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| WHERE WE RESTED TOGETHER, EVEN IN THE DARK
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| I WAS LIVING QUIETLY UNTIL HE BROKE ME APART
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| DEFAMATION, I WILL CALL, COME ON ! |
| DEFAMATION, NO !
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| IN THAT DEMIMONDE, I WAS THE SPACEWALKER
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| IN THAT DEMIMONDE, I WAS WALKING
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| IN THAT SPACE — WAL — KER
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| SPACE — WAL — KER
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| IN THAT DEMIMONDE, I WAS WALKING
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| IN THAT DEMIMONDE, I WAS LOVING
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| LOVING, LOVING, LOVING !
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| YEAH, YEAH, YEAH ! |