| I thought you were the king of the burned plains
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| The craftsman of torture and pain
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| But without reason the will to hurt has gone
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| And your lust for torment in the sea of time has drowned
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| You’re standing there, facing me
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| Braving your peers gathered here
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| As the sun goes down on me
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| You’re cast out, I set you free
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| As the sun goes down on me
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| You’re cast out, It sets us free
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| I’m taking back the crown that I’ve once supplied
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| To a rebel angel that had made his time
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| But as the wind blows the leaves of the Eden tree
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| We’ll fix our machine then carry on our deeds
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| They’re everywhere, begging me
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| They’ve got nowhere but here
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| As the sun goes down on me
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| You’re cast out, I set you free
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| As the sun goes down on me
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| You’re cast out, It sets us free
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| The situation could not be solved
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| By any other means you had to leave
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| Your reef, this place and your memories
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| For you’ve been unworthy
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| To carry on the divine tragedy
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| As the sun goes down on me
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| You’re cast out, I set you free
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| As the sun goes down on me
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| You’re cast out, It sets you free! |