| Devil came up from way below
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| Come and pick a fight with the orchestra
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| Ended up here in all these symphonies
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| Come and bring the cold while is to your knees
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| The sky was on fire, the world was in chaos
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| Everybody ran away, everybody ran away
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| It was strange, it was strange, it was strange
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| It was raging, it was tearing the skies
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| Archers were heavy in the northern lights
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| Gonna pick a whole in the devil’s skin
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| Million players on a backdrop moon
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| Listen to the feelings deep inside
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| All are taking back at him
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| All the hate and rage within
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| Every kid and every sin
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| Boiling to his symphony
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| The thunder cracked in every sky
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| Everybody ran away, everybody ran away
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| And they played, and they played, and they played
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| It was raging and it scream at the moon
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| So they played, oh, they played
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| And they played
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| It was raging, with a tear in his eye
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| And the rain, oh, the rain, and the rain
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| He was gone, in a blink of an eye |