| You can take me out of my Hell
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| You can’t take the Hell on out of me
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| Watch me here as I get up
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| But be careful what you see
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| I cut across the waste
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| Some live and some enshrined
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| I look into the light of the necroshine
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| Don’t you worry about me
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| You know I’m doing fine
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| Basking in the light of the necroshine
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| In the name of all that’s sacred
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| In the name of misery
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| Watch me here as I turn red
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| But remember what you see
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| I hunger for a taste
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| To fill my glass with wine
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| Away from the light, into the necroshine
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| Don’t you ever doubt me
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| As you walk the line
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| Guided by the light of the necroshine
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| I think that I have been reborn
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| Just a little better than before
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| I think I tried to tell myself
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| That I needed just a little more
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| They always tried to sell me
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| Hang me what I couldn’t use
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| Always tried to get a little better
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| With an offer that I can’t refuse
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| You can take me full of fire
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| You can take me as you find
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| Or you can leave me here
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| Where you gonna see me
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| Guided by the necroshine
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| Necroshine, necroshine
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| Necroshine
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| Don’t you worry about me
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| You know I’m doing fine
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| Basking in the light of the necroshine
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| Don’t you ever doubt me
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| As you walk the line
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| Guided by the light
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| Guided by the light of the necroshine |