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Show me a place that ain't hell |
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If there's space, give me room to breathe |
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That is all that I need |
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For this body can't fail |
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And if music be the food of love |
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Play on, give me excess of it |
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Let it all out! |
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Please let me out of here |
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And I shall rise from the ashes |
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Grow like a rose from the ruins |
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There must be light in the darkness |
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Hope at the end of the night |
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Yes, I've been trying all my life to get to Heaven |
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But awoke in the eye of a storm |
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But I shall rise from the ashes |
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Grow from the ruins |
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And return back home |
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This is the call from the gaols |
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Coming up to the prisoners of pleasure |
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Drunk on the blood of the next generations |
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And I've been through many strange confusions |
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Splitting myself into too many faces |
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Now the mirror is broken, I can see the worms behind |
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But I shall rise from the ashes... |
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You may well have your ways of triumph |
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You may well have your ways of truth |
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Just gimme some room to breathe |
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That's all that I need |
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That's all that I need, me and my strange friends |
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Take my hand and I'll take you out of here |
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We all belong to the grand astral body |
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And there's you behind these legendary curtains |
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Take my hand before you wither in the crowd |
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I'll take you out of here |
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Take my hands, take my hands |
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This is the end of the show |
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I don't know, was I wrong, was I right? |
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Oh, love, I don't know, |
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I wasn't perfect for sure |
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But now I feel like a new-born baby |
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Lying in the dew of the morning, |
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Laughing at the sky, like a brave new Apollo |
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And I shall rise from the ashes |
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Grow like a rose from the ruins |
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There must be light in the darkness |
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Hope at the end of the night |
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Yes, I've been trying all my life to get to Heaven |
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But awoke in the eye of a storm |
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But I shall rise from the ashes |
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Grow from the ruins |
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And return back home |
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Back home |
