| A waking world of innocence
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| So grave those first born cries
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| When life begins with needles and pins
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| It ends with swords and knives
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| Oh dangerman, oh dangerman
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| Your blade fits like a glove
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| When forged in steel
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| Time cannot heal
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| That blood red bond of love
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| In times of trouble you’re an open book
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| With the change in the way you look
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| And it’s sad love’s not enough to make things better
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| Turn the tables, we’ll burn the fables
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| Lies beneath the visions and daydreams
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| Fooled by now, we mystify the past
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| Like a dream, like it never happened
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| When life begins with needles and pins
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| It ends with swords and knives
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| God save those born to die |