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Now these three nails are all I've got |
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Purest devastation, my own crucifixion |
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It's the season to see the light |
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No more chance to think, seraphic sounds calling |
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There's someone waiting for me |
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What will be my destiny |
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Hot-flashing wounds caused by the thong |
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Like saviours I die on the cross |
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The manuscript of my life's undone |
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Ain't no new horizons |
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Just spears of burning iron |
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My body aches, but it's not the worst |
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The will is almost broken |
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I'll be soon forgotten |
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...What will be keeping me there |
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Heaven or dark depth of hell |
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Hot-flashing wounds caused by the thong |
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Like saviours I die on the cross |
