| Sky turned crimson, wild desire
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| Witches scream your name
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| On their bloody carousel
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| Soon to play their game
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| And your fire will be turned to ice
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| All your horses returned to mice
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| By a killer lagoon
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| On the night of the wayward moon
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| It won’t get you satisfied
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| There’s nothing on the other side
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| No one to show you and no one to hear
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| No one to see when you cry
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| Swimming up against the tide
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| Walking on that scarlet trail
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| Haunted angels tread
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| Shrouded by a veil of tears
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| Many prayers were said
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| But the magic will disappear
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| If you visit this dark frontier
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| And be almost consumed
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| On the night of the wayward moon
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| It won’t get you satisfied
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| There’s nothing on the other side
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| No one to show you and no one to hear
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| No one to see when you cry
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| Swimming up against the tide
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| And did you know they call you the window man
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| Looking on as the world goes by
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| But if you knew the thoughts of a clever man
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| You would ride on the wings of a blue sky
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| It won’t get you satisfied
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| There’s nothing on the other side
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| No one to show you and no one to hear
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| No one to see when you cry
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| Swimming up against the tide
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| No one to show you and no one to hear
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| No one to see when you cry
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| Never try to cross that burning river
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| Swimming up against the tide |