| All my friends are drunk
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| Their innocence a flame
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| Will I see them again?
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| I dream of dreams to come
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| And temples built with love
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| I’m not a slave
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| This city lights of fame
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| Call to me again
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| Like diamonds in the rain
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| Where prophets tag their name
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| Her rivers filled with shame
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| Few faces stay the same
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| The time will never end
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| The lords of truth ascend
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| My scars I’ll show again
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| My fireworks ignite
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| The spirit now takes flight
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| And how the glory came
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| I don’t mess around
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| Throw your weapon to the ground
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| My witches gather round
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| They laugh but make no sound
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| I am running in the black night
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| My skull in flame in the night
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| Pull out your knife
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| Pull out your knife
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| We can make it right
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| Black skull in flame
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| Power and the glory
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| The glory and the power
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| We can make it right |