| Turn the page
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| And bind your rage
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| You’ve made your own cell
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| It’s black as the night
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| Black as the sky, black inside
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| Close your eyes
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| Now roll the dice
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| And play the game of treason
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| It’ll bite at your back
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| Bite at your back
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| One, two
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| Three, four
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| Five, six six six
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| This time you have gone too far
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| Who the hell you think you are
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| When it turns to a life in vain
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| By the Devil’s rain
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| You’re not in heaven nor in hell
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| 'Cause you ain’t got no soul to sell
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| You are cleansed to a life in pain
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| By the Devil’s rain
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| End draws near
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| When hell is here
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| Try to stand the fire
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| It is burning your skin
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| Burning your skin, burn your skin
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| All in vain. |
| So taste the rain
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| It is a bitter feeling
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| When it keep falling down
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| Keeps falling down
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| One, two
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| Three, four
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| Five, six six six
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| This time you have gone too far
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| Who the hell you think you are
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| When it turns to a life in vain
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| By the Devil’s rain
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| You’re not in heaven nor in hell
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| 'Cause you ain’t got no soul to sell
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| You are cleansed to a life in pain
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| By the Devil’s rain
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| For blood to shed, for blood to come
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| I cannot pay for what I’ve done
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| For blood to shed, for blood to come
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| Our darkest days have just begun
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| By the Devil’s rain
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| This time you have gone too far
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| Who the hell you think you are
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| When it turns to a life in vain
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| By the Devil’s rain
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| You’re not in heaven nor in hell
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| 'Cause you ain’t got no soul to sell
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| You are cleansed to a life in pain
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| By the Devil’s rain |