| My time is up and I hear them coming
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| The breath of hell my destiny’s calling
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| Neon lights like lightnings to my eyes
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| Two strong arms get me to my bare feet
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| The greasy stones they make me stumble
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| And I see my father shouts in joy
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| I believed in new world wonders
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| In the lord and the holy ghost
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| Tell me now where’s the lord of hosts
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| The death next door
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| Grings and rolls the dice
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| The death next door
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| He waits and swallows all the lies
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| Right straight a light is shining
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| Encouraged moves by whispered blessings
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| The gang of five is coming back again
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| Whoever broke my wheel of fortune
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| Whatever killed my good intentions
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| I’ll back and find them in the end
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| Wasted years the wasted talents
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| All to fill this world with life
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| At the end there’s no saviour
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| And hope of, of the after life
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| The death next door
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| Grings and rolls the dice
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| The death next door
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| He waits and swallows all the lies
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| Wasted years the wasted talents
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| All to fill this world with life
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| At the end there’s no saviour
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| And hope of, of the after life
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| The death next door
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| Grings and rolls the dice
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| The death next door
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| He waits and swallows all the lies |