| I dream of Maria
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| With a face white like chalk
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| Alone in my bed I’ve got horns on the crown of my head
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| Perish the thought
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| In my rack and my ruin
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| I want to give up the ghost
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| But there’s a rage in the depths of me
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| It fills me up with lust to live
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| To see the day my son kills them both
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| Come to me Samuel
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| With the last of my strength
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| I command you as father to son: take revenge!
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| When you’ve shaken off boyhood
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| You may understand love
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| Me and your mother once needed each other but now
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| Enough is enough
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| At the giddiest limits
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| Only one passion remains
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| There’s a rage in the depths of me
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| It makes me cruel
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| It makes me take the trip from pity to pain
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| Come to me Samuel
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| With the last of my breath
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| I whisper my dying desire: carry death! |