| Forbidded fruits are the sweetest
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| Your true messiah
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| Is frightened by shadows
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| As he tries to unwind
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| Whispering wins
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| Irresistable illusions
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| A coin in the well is a wish
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| Serve and suffer, scorn for scorn
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| Things could be a lot worse
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| When you think your down regressions
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| Take a look around
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| Razorblade maze
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| Shelter from your pain
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| There’s a cyclone in your mind
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| It’s throbbing it’s the end of the lie
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| But here and now
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| Life is a great indulgence
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| Hell is paved with good intentions
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| But this is our time of joy
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| Before the wild wind’s whistling lash
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| The startled storm cloud reared on high
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| Singing songs to please myself
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| All at once things seemed to small
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| Your griet and mine must interwine
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| Indulgence
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| My eyes trace the horizont
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| Winter brings another death to a year
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| Give a free course a choise
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| It it’s denied it’s more intensified
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| Shades of blue or just the shadow of the mind
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| Sufferdeath but could not die
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| So here upon my back I’ll lie
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| Gaze my fill into the sky |