| How long …
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| Cuts between my eyes…
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| How long …
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| I am waiting for the end
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| The great last good-bye
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| The sighing of the confused ones
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| In the essence of a lie
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| Kings of their own thrones
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| A cut between my eyes
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| My work is done the crowd is dead
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| There’s nothing left but lies
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| And every kind of falling down
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| Will be welcomed underneath my crown…
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| I’ll protect you from the world
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| Outside there in this noisy cage
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| Don’t be angry, raise your head
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| Our weapon will be rage
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| All the faces wearing masks
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| We’ll cut them into stars
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| Then as kings we’ll get the unction
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| The cure of thousand wars
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| And every kind of falling down
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| Will be welcomed underneath my crown…
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| Be my princess, wear my crown
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| Live a life of light and joy
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| Behind the gates of my bright castles
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| Where the fate becomes our toy
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| All your wishes, all your dreams
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| Find rest inside my head
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| Where a crown waits for your smiling
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| Alive or maybe dead… |