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Slowly drifting away in the river of shame |
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with the conscience of Judas and no one to blame. |
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Suddenly, as we spoke, the preacher approached |
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with an attitude brought pretty far from above. |
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Diabolical tonight? he said, smiling contentious |
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to his terrified congregation. |
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With fear in their eyes they knew 'bout |
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his vision and his vicious intentions. |
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Fearing that life soon would belong in the past. |
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Don`t take this pain from me, leave me to crawl. |
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Tear me apart and steal all the pieces. |
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Tell me to follow the cold that lives |
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in the heart I once loved. |
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You, you are dead |
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won`t be found. |
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You will walk thru the gates of eternity. |
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Pray for them all, |
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but the Gods |
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won`t forgive you for all that you`ve done. |
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They march along with all good intentions. |
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Side by side, against the superior force. |
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Caught in between the saints and the sinners, |
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losers and winners. |
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But who can we trust to draw the line |
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with a deadly precision to separate those who shall live, |
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and those who shall die. |
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We believe in the invisible wizard one last time. |
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Don`t take this pain from me, leave me to crawl. |
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Tear me apart and steal all the pieces. |
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Tell me to follow the cold that lives |
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in the heart I once loved. |
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You, you are dead |
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Won`t be found. |
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You will walk thru the gates of eternity. |
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Pray for them all, |
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but the Gods |
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won`t forgive you for what you have done. |