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Who is this crying woman? |
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She claims she's blood with me |
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The only proof she carries plays a melody |
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A gift from me |
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As I dismiss her reasons |
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She hands me one last thing |
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A picture of her mother |
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Suddenly I see |
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Open my wound, pour salt on it |
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The grave digger's big shame |
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Ask em what purpose I fill |
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Bless your heart for it's so pure |
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I sleep with the lights on |
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Hug a pillow up front |
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The lullaby song the sandman hums |
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Might come true |
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Twist the dagger out of my old wound |
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Ashes to ashes in land lullaby |
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That night I had to head out |
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The men of light insist |
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The cleansing of a member |
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Whose powers had grown weak |
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Must separate the two roles |
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Of father and a beast |
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I just can't close the door now, it's reality |
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Open my wound, pour salt on it |
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The grave digger's big shame |
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Ask em what purpose I fill |
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Bless your heart for it's so pure |
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I sleep with the lights on |
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Hug a pillow up front |
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The lullaby song from your music box |
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Makes me fight for you |
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Even if it's the last thing I ever do |
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Ashes to ashes in land lullaby |
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She's a fraud |
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Cast away the music once played to you |
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The voice of reason |
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Commands you now |
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The beautiful illusion |
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Of a ticking bomb |
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Waiting for the finger of destiny |
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Maybe you are right and I am wrong |
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Open my wound, pour salt on it |
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The grave digger's big shame |
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Ask me what purpose I fill |
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Bless your heart for it's so pure |
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I sleep with the lights on |
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Hug a pillow up front |
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The lullaby song the sandman hums |
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Might come true |
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Twist the dagger out of my old wound |
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Ashes to ashes in land lullaby |
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In land lullaby |
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Keep living in land lullaby |
