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...Out from the darkened night, |
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Into the burning hot cleansing steam... |
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My weak endeavour to stay clean; |
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From all the filth that I've gladly taken in. |
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Failed escape from reality; |
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My soul lies unwanted with a stain of sin... |
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I feel myself impure; |
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I need the cleansing; |
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Craving for more of your love... |
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I feel myself unclean; |
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I need the cleansing; |
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Oh, wash me clean from these stains in me... |
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...Out from the hot burning steam, |
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Into the frozen cold granular snow... |
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The filth I've seen on my way; |
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Hasn't stain me like the evil from within. |
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Evil deeds and words I say; |
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I've soiled my soul with a stain of sin... |
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I feel myself impure; |
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I need the cleansing; |
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Craving for more of your love... |
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I feel myself unclean; |
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I need your blessing; |
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Only you can clean these stains in me... |