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Why do I only see what I want to see, |
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And only believe what I want to believe, |
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Death is in the air, yes, it's coming for me, |
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Stealing my soul to wither below. |
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As you have lived, |
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One day you will die, straight to the kill. |
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Death strikes again, I'm afraid it's time, |
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Such is the will. |
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Blacker than night, I will not know a thing. |
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No thoughts, no desires, what else it will bring. |
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A shadow in chains, in its own misery, |
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Coming for me, coming for me. |
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As you have lived, |
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One day you will die, straight to the kill. |
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Death strikes again, I'm afraid it's time, |
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Such is the will. |
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All such thoughts come into my head, |
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Will my soul carry on when my body is dead |
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Burn what is left, leave what's left unsaid |
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Such is the will |
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As you have lived, |
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One day you will die, straight to the kill. |
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Death strikes again, I'm afraid it's time, |
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Such is the will. |
