| I close my eyes
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| I can’t hear any sound
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| But I feel in my bones
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| So many souls who spin me around
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| Well, I don’t turn away
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| Cause I know them by name
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| Each of them held my hand
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| Until their very end
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| Yeah, we fought side by side
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| Every day every night!
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| Why should I let you forget you and me?
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| Cause I lost my control
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| They all say my soul
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| Is rotten and bust.
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| But for me it was lust
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| I’m a maniac, lonley maniac
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| In the midnight sun
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| Some godless girl fun
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| Dismantle my crown of oblivion, hon'
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| I’m a maniac, lonley maniac
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| All of my shades
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| Loomed once in my heart for seconds or years.
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| Now I’m standing next to your grave
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| And wonder why you thought
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| That I’m not the one
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| My burning desire
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| Just gave me the fire
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| To show what I want, where I wanna go, what I wanna be
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| Your first thought of a smile, last word when you died:
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| Heaven and Hell
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| Lovely kitten and beast
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| Cause I lost my control
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| They all say my soul
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| Is rotten and bust.
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| But for me it was lust
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| I’m a maniac, lonley maniac
|
| In the midnight sun
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| Some godless girl fun
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| Dismantle my crown of oblivion, hon'
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| I’m a maniac, lonley maniac
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| Yeah it was kinda fun
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| To take my vengeful gun
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| And threaten you till you cry
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| «Babe, don’t do that to me!»
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| When I knot the rope for you
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| And sharp my cat-claws too
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| I’ll keep the memories of shattered you
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| So here I stay with one last question:
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| As your last breath,
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| As your last heart beat,
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| As your last thought on this world,
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| As your very last word of your wretched life
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| Am I not special enough?
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| Cause I lost my control
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| They all say my soul
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| Is rotten and bust.
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| But for me it was lust
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| I’m a maniac, lonley maniac
|
| In the midnight sun
|
| Some godless girl fun
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| Dismantle my crown of oblivion, hon'
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| I’m a maniac, lonley maniac
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| I take a sip of my rum
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| And let it run 'round my tongue
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| Your frozen eyes spreadin'
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| My name to everyone.
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| Killing someone is just hard as long as it’s undone.
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| The truth is: The mad one sits on the throne… |