| I am going on a journey
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| 'Cause I’m very brave
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| I am risking all I have
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| To hunt and conquer God
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| If you know what’s good for you
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| You’ll adore me
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| So I’ll remember you
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| By candlelight he conjures the celestial plane
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| Reality begins to splinter
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| Oh it surrounds you
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| And its fingers feel as though they go right through you
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| If you know what’s good for you
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| You’ll consecrate the ground
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| I’m kneeling on
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| I’ll remember you
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| By candlelight he conjures the celestial plane
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| Reality begins to splinter
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| He’s cracking up inside
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| Maybe wind up in hell
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| A flood descends
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| The end of sensation
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| Just before you shake the hand of God
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| Oh it surrounds you
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| And its fingers feel as though they go right through you
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| If you know what’s good for you
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| You’ll consecrate the ground
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| I’m kneeling on
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| I’ll remember you
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| All of a sudden all things evaporate
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| He is a baby at the tit of nothing |