| Was I the subject of your blackest dreams?
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| A slave to your desire?
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| Just the victim of your darkest schemes?
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| Fuel my sacrificial pyre.
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| Your facade has crumbled, you look different now
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| Hindsight is a cruel and wicked gift
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| Your mask has slipped, that your expression one so proud
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| Now this creature in my midst
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| My fantasies that first shocked but then delighted me
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| Your first against the wall
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| No sympathy, free of guilt and culpability
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| upon my sword I had to fall
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| Now the flash and thunder magnifies my pain
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| Clearly this world loves you
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| Paramount are the people who forward your self gain
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| So easily manipulated by you
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| your tarot has commanded down this chasm I must fall
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| My star lies in cold blood.
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| Your arrogance ever greater, your regard so minuscule
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| I crave the advent of the flood
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| I await the flood
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| You’re gone, finally you’re gone
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| No longer will you haunt me
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| And where your protection had once shone
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| The truth in all it’s harsh light, there for all to see.
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| Abandoned and discarded, executioners decree
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| The precious things we spoke of shake like snow
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| I wonder if you’ll get this delicious irony
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| the twisted mirror imagery, see who’s laughing now
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| D’you see who’s laughing now?
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| I know I’m just a victim of le fol amour
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| Resigned to repeat that sad refrain
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| Adrift in this black ocean, so far from any shore
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| Reluctantly afraid to love again
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| Your winter has abated, my spring has just begun
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| My vista so golden and so blue
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| Your eclipsing presence no longer hides my sun
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| Enlightenment illuminates my view.
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| The fickleness of life and the folly of the game
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| As Desire and Despair walk hand in hand
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| Pessimist and Optimist, the proud twin’s pseudonym
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| grinning as the dreams begin again
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| Every silver lining has a cloud |