| We found a priest after all
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| Let’s go and bury them all
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| My days were colder than cold
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| Your time’s up now, you’re so old
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| Ooh and, while lightning might strike again
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| I think it’s over my friend
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| We found a preist after all
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| Let’s go and bury them all
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| Wild, wild roses they will grow
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| We’ll leave them for the crows
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| Wild roses they will grow, and grow
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| Wild, wild roses they will grow
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| We’ll leave them for the crows
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| Wild roses they do grow, and grow
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| Our hearts are bees after all
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| They rise and buzz, and they fall
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| Our Earth is older than old
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| The seas, they bleed and they flow
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| We found a preist after all
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| Let’s go and bury them all
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| Wild, wild roses they will grow
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| We’ll leave them for the crows
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| Wild roses they will grow, and grow
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| Wild, wild roses they will grow
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| We’ll leave them for the crows
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| Wild roses they will grow, and grow
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| Down to the
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| Earth inner
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| You live in frozen terror |