| In my arms, home in the cold dark
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| To black, to black, to black to black
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| To black, to black, to black to black
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| In my arms, home in the cold dark
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| It hurts, it hurts me
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| Does the pain flow in tears
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| It hurts, it hurts so hard
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| Will the sounds be silenced
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| The last hour of freedom to taste
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| The fucking shine through the eyes
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| An audience that smells fear
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| Ready to turn off the torch
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| The nightmare needs a dreamer
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| Which is weak enough to believe
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| The words behind it
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| The image of Satan himself
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| The bringer of eternal pain and the creator of all evil
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| Now bow down
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| There is a devil dressed in a dress
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| Kneel on the ground
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| No cucumbers under the hem
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| I don't want to go to sleep anymore
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| Sounds from the corner are calling
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| In my arms, home in the cold dark
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| I am fighting against sleep
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| It invites its child home
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| To black, to black, to black to black
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| Now bow down
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| Do not disturb the sleeping soon
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| Kneel on the ground
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| It invites its child home
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| Now bow down
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| There is a devil dressed in a dress
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| Kneel on the ground
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| No cucumbers under the hem
|
| The last hour of freedom to taste
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| The fucking shine through the eyes
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| An audience that smells fear
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| Ready to turn off the torch
|
| I don't want to go to sleep anymore
|
| Sounds from the corner are calling
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| In my arms, home in the cold dark
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| I am fighting against sleep
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| It invites its child home
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| To black, to black, to black to black
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| Is there anything else somewhere
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| Can I still come to you
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| In my arms, home in the cold dark
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| Can I be born again
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| To love you alive
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| To black, to black, to black to black |