| As though perhaps a new life
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| Was opening before me
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| Day of secret fall
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| That is what I don’t like, stop, why that one?
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| Blown ashore, violent storms
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| Together in a dance of death
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| See yourself dying
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| I hardly remember what you’re looking like
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| Starving, starving, starving
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| Like the empty sockets
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| Eyes that have seen too much
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| Realize
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| Parted very good friends
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| Your fear is to be left alone
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| Can’t stop
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| Waiting for the son
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| All is fate
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| Those things happen nowadayas
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| Waiting for the son, ya
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| Praying gainst the secret fall, watching all
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| Standing up, what a lie
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| See me what a man I’ll be
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| Watch me what a whore I’m
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| Native son, who’s running lone, eh
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| Happiness abandoned me, what fate, son
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| Waiting for the son
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| Waiting for the pure kid
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| Waiting for the moment when the secret’s done
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| Secret’s done, waiting for the lie
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| Waiting for the son
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| Lost capacity to take a sane view
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| Why you choose that one
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| So why you shed tears
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| You’re greatly to blame
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| …about your pride?
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| Waiting always for the son
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| Waiting for the son
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| Standing the lies
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| What shall become
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| Clinging to that one
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| Waiting for the son
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| She is calling my name:
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| Aerdt
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| Waiting for the son |