| Do you recall it’s name?
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| As it suggested beck and call
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| This face and heel
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| Will drag your halo through the mud
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| Ash of Pompei
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| Erupted in a statues dust
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| Shrouded in veils
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| Because these handcuffs hurt too much
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| Still scalping these ticketless applause
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| and when they drag the lake
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| theres nothing left at all…
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| Sutured contusion
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| Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
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| Said, «I've lost my way»
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| Even if this cul-de-sac would pay
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| To reach inside a vault
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| Whatever be the cost
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| Sterling clear blackened ice
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| and when they drag the lake
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| Theres nothing left at all…
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| I’ve defected…
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| Sutured contusion
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| Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
|
| Said, «I've lost my way»
|
| Even if this cul-de-sac would pay
|
| To reach inside a vault
|
| Whatever be the cost
|
| Sterling clear blackened ice
|
| and when they drag the lake
|
| Theres nothing left at all…
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| I’ve defected…
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| Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
|
| Said, «I've lost my way»
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| even if this cul-de-sac did pay
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| beyond the anthills of
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| beyond the anthills of
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| said ive lost my way
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| even if you
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| even if you
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| even if you
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| who reached inside a vault
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| whatever be the cost
|
| sterling clear blackened ice
|
| and when they drag the lake
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| there’s nothing left at all
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| I’ve defected…
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| Drag your vessel
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| Punch your clock in
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| I’ve defected… |