| There is a rose in the Devil’s garden
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| In shadow it grows alone
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| Many things are dangerous now
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| In this garden we call home
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| Be careful as you make your way
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| Some things are poison to the touch
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| You’ve spent your life living in this place now
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| You long to run away so much
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| My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose)
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| Held out to you by hand of fate (held by the hand of fate now)
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| And as this dark romance grows
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| It’s not from the sun, but the starlight that’s so far away
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| Above the Devil’s garden
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| The fertile soil of poisoned hearts
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| Fed by tears and nighttime rain
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| Under Transylvanian moon
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| Grows a flower of death and pain
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| Death is pure-life is not
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| So ask yourself, what do you want?
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| As for me, well I want you
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| So pick the black rose, let its thorns cut you
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| My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose)
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| Held out to you by hand of fate (held by the hand of fate now)
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| And as this dark romance grows
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| It’s not from the sun, but the starlight that’s so far away
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| Above the Devil’s garden
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| My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose)
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| Held out to you by hand of fate (held by the hand of fate now)
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| And as this dark romance grows
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| It’s not from the sun, but the starlight that’s so far away
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| Above the Devil’s garden |