| Don’t you bite the hand that feeds
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| The one that cares for you
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| And gratifies its needs
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| Don’t you cry about a touch
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| And trust
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| Unless it gratifies the lust
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| Celiabate Aphrodite
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| Blind faith betrayed
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| Don’t you fight against your needs
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| We’re men of flesh and blood who justify their deeds
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| Don’t you cry about a touch
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| And bust
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| All that remains of our trust
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| Celibate Aphrodite
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| Blind faith betrayed
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| Life begins
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| Where time has stopped
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| I’m hiding myself (In places)
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| You will not find
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| You’ll never find
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| Don’t you hide for life is grand
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| We want the best for you
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| We guide you to the promised land
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| Don’t you cry about your sins
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| It’s lust
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| The reason why you tried to tempt us
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| Celibate Aphrodite
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| Blind faith betrayed
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| Life begins
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| Where time has stopped
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| I’m hiding myself (In places)
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| You will not find
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| You’ll never find
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| Life begins
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| When you’ll be gone
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| I long for the day (The traces)
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| Will never fade
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| You’ll surely pay
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| The sinner asks for forgiveness
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| But only with a gun to his head
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| Veri mostri che agiscono da santi
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| Solo per aver cio' che gli manca
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| Ma alla fine costoro non avranno
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| Che totale vuoto dentro
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| L’anima
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| My time has come
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| I served the Father
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| With all my strength
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| The work is done
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| I’m feeling empty
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| But satisfied
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| The wall collapsed
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| They couldn’t hold it longer
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| The fear is written on their faces
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| Life goes on but justice found its way
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| We are just human
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| With the faults and with mistakes
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| What about silky soft seduction
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| We can’t resist our fates
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| But minds your own business
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| Your pagan soul will burn at the gates
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| My time has come
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| I’ve served the Father
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| With all my force
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| What I’ve become
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| I have accepted
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| Without remorse
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| Life begins
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| Where time has stopped
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| I’m hiding myself (In places)
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| You will not find
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| You’ll never find
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| Life begins
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| When you’ll be gone
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| I long for the day (The traces)
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| Will never fade
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| You’ll surely pay
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| The sinner asks for forgiveness
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| But what would you do? |