| Far and away, out where the rainbows once ended
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| And all the blood, fortunes and diamonds are old
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| Sons of their fathers grew their own demons
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| To pay the cure for their sole heir had no spine
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| The meek shall claim the land
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| Read the leaders' escape plans on the last page
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| Of the golden book in the demon’s cage
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| Pave the streets with broken glass
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| Working class, kneel and kiss my-
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| The door is open, the demon’s gone
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| The ink dots dropped on the lines are wrong
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| Failing to save the world from your own kind
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| The pen is made out of a dead angel’s wing
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| You signed your name on a ticket to rags and pain
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| Join us for the one finger salute, he’s told you to
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| Pave the streets with broken glass
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| Working man, kneel, kiss my beautiful
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| The door is open, the demon’s gone
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| Your ink is square on the box, but the box is all wrong
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| The door is open, the demon’s gone
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| Soon you will run out of the end to the once upon a
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| The door is closed and the demon’s home
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| You have run out of the end to the once upon a
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| The door is locked and the demon’s come
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| You cannot but learn his song and sing along, sing along
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| The world’s in flames and the demon smiles
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| Damn, you chose well, your demon’s smile’s a mile wide
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| The smile’s a mile wide
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| Just make sure before you leave the last one will
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| Well, never mind |