| I thought at this hour
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| Any pleasure could never really be a sin in vain
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| One hundred and one shots of opportunity
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| I’d gladly take them all again and again and again
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| My Angel’s left me, sorrows are my own
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| Now I’m here with the Devil on my own
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| Just like a churchyard shadow
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| Creeping after me
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| It’s only there to terrify my mind
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| A black swan keeps haunting me
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| I promised on my soul not to get carried away
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| It always starts psychedelic
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| And then it turns to black
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| My head starts swaying
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| I forgot what it was that I was saying
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| I don’t know where I am and I’ll never, never make it back
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| I sealed my fate, and I paid my debt
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| I fell from grace with deep regret
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| My Angel’s left me, sorrows are my own
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| Now I’m here with the Devil on my own
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| Just like a churchyard shadow
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| Creeping after me
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| It’s only there to terrify my mind
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| A black swan keeps haunting me
|
| Just like a churchyard shadow
|
| There’s nothing left to see
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| It’s only there to terrify my mind
|
| A black swan keeps haunting me
|
| My Angel’s left me, sorrows are my own
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| Now I’m here with the Devil on my own
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| On my own
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| Just like a churchyard shadow
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| Creeping after me
|
| It’s only there to terrify my mind
|
| A black swan keeps haunting me
|
| Just like a churchyard shadow
|
| There’s nothing left to see
|
| It’s only there to terrify my mind
|
| A black swan keeps haunting me
|
| Just like a churchyard shadow
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| Creeping after me
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| There’s nothing left to see
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| There’s nothing left for me |